A mother robin feeds her child,
A rabbit nuzzles her babe,
For when it's spring,
The animals know,
What they are meant to do.

A leaf grows,
A stem sprouts,
For when it's spring,
The plants know,
What they are meant to do.

The snow melts,
The sun shines,
For when it's spring,
The weather knows,
What it is meant to do.

A mother robin feeds her child,
A leaf grows,
And the snow melts,
For when it's spring,
Everything knows,
What it is meant to do.