So It’s Spring

When the snow and the sleet are done
And the woolens are put away
Everyone shouts hooray
It's spring, hooray

But I never have figured out
What the hullabaloo is about
Why do the people all shout hooray

I don't give a toorolay
If it's April, March or May
This is what I've got to say

So it's gonna be spring, so what
So it's spring, is that good
When I walk through the park
I just walk through the park
And go home to my own little bed

So the birds on the wing, so what
I should care, {?}
All the passionate cooing
The pigeons are doing don't matter a smidgen
Unless you're a pigeon
I'm not and so what if it's spring

Each {?} that is bursting in bloom
Unfolds to the delicate bee
And though such hocus-pocus
Might tickle a crocus
It's kind of revolting to me
Gee

So it's gonna be spring, so what
So it's spring, {?}
If there isn't a guy with a gleam in his eye
And with no one exciting for hand to hand fighting
It might as well be Halloween
See what I mean, so it's spring

Each {?} that is bursting in bloom
Unfolds to the delicate bee
And though such hocus-pocus
Might tickle a crocus
It's kind of revolting to me

So it's gonna be spring, so what
So it's spring, {?}
If there isn't a guy with a gleam in his eye
And with no one exciting for hand to hand fighting
It might as well be Halloween
See what I mean, so it's spring