Springtime Is The Season

The summer's good for tulips though pansies disagree They find the heat most distasteful and humidity Far too grim to stand up tall and bargain with the bees They prefer to droop and mope and wait for autumn's breeze Wait for autumn's breeze The autumn's good for pumpkins though apples don't approve The trees that they've been living on now forces them to move And rudely lets them to fall and sends them quick to their demise Without so much a bon voyage or even a goodbye Even a goodbye The winter's good for penguins though brown bears must object When talk comes to the joys of winter, they must interject Hibernating in the snow just isn't where it's at Because sleeping makes you skinny and we bears like to be fat We like to be fat The springtime is the season where everyone's a friend Loneliness and desperation both come to an end No matter how you died through winter, in spring you're born again Your life might not be going good but spring helps you to pretend It helps you to pretend It helps you to pretend