"In Spring a young man's fancy turns
To thoughts of love", they say;
But I'm different,
Because my mind doesn't work that way.

In Spring I think of newborn lambs
And foals on wobbly legs;
And sitting hens all ruffled up,
When someone takes their eggs.

In Spring I think of fresh green grass
A' growing in the sun;
And melting snow chunks tumbling down,
Across the old mill run.

In Spring I think of budding flowers
And fawns tucked in the shade;
I think of rich, clean smelling earth,
Just turned up by a spade.

I think of brand new things on earth
And sparkling skies above...
I guess the saying's right at that,
For all these things are love!