THE trees have hung their spring signs out, And Town Crier Robin is spreading about The news: "Spring is here! Spring is here!" Brush your house, mend your cheer, Clear away every old sigh and old tear; The signs are all out telling flower-time's near. The glad things are waking with work and with hum, For you, and for me, the new time has come— See on the trees how the spring signs are out; Hear Town Crier Robin who's spreading about The news: "Spring is here! Spring is here!" |