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    "Spring, Spring, Spring [The Pleasure of Your Company]" Lyrics

    Bing Crosby feat. Fred Astaire

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    Well now, the barnyard is busy, in a regular tizzy
    And the obvious reason is because of the season
    Ma Nature's lyrical with her yearly miracle
    Spring, Spring, Spring

    All the henfolk are hatchin', while their menfolk are scratchin'
    To ensure the survival of each brand new arrival
    Each nest is twittering, they're all babysittering
    Spring, Spring, Spring

    Why, it's a beehive of budding son and daughter life
    Every family has plans in view
    Even down in the brook, the underwater life
    Is forever blowin' bubbles too

    Little skylarks are larking, see them all double-parking
    Cuddled up, playin'possum, they're behind ev'ry blossom
    Even the bubble-ink
    Is merrily wobble-ink
    Spring, Spring, Spring

    In his hole, though the gopher seems a bit of a loafer
    The industrious beaver puts it down to Spring fever
    While there's no antelope who feels that he can't elope
    Spring, Spring, Spring

    Each cocoon has a tenant, so they hung out a penant
    Don't disturb please, keep waiting, we're evacuating
    This home's my Mama's isle, soon have my own domicile
    Spring, Spring, Spring

    Even out in Australia, the kangaroos
    Lay off butter fat and all French fries

    If their offspring are large, it might be dan-ga-roos
    Why, they've just got to keep them pocket-size

    Even though, to detract, Spring is more like a habit
    Not withstanding, the fact is they endulge in the practice
    Why, each day is Mother's Day
    The next day some other's day
    Spring, Spring, Spring

    To itself, each amoeba softly glows ?
    While the proud little termite fills his life as a worm might
    Old papa dragonfly is makin' his wagon fly
    It's Spring, Spring, Spring

    And from his eerie, the eagle with his eagle eye
    Gazes down across his eagle beak
    And a-fixing his lady with a legal eye
    Screams, "Suppose we set the date this week"

    Ah, yes siree, Spring discloses, if it's all one supposes
    Wagging tails, rubbing noses, but it's no bed of roses
    And if for the stork you pine, consider the porcupine
    Who longs to cling
    Keeping comp'ny is tricky, it can get pretty sticky
    In the Spring, Spring, Spring
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Gene De Paul, Johnny Mercer.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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