With buds and tiny leaves of green
The trees have awaken from their sleep.
Snakes wonder from their holes
To take an early morning peek.
The birds are singing high in the branches
And yellow flowers gently swaying,
Dancing, dancing in the morning breeze
While elven children are gleefully playing.
It is another springtime come
And everywhere signs tell the season.
Even Rezyn and Sarvulis kick up their heels,
Spring, my friend, springtime is the reason.