It is spring. Written by Allison Soncrant To the tune of “ Frère Jacques”

It is spring.

The birds are singing. The birds are singing. Listen to the birds sing. Listen to the birds sing.

In the spring.

It is spring.

The rain is falling. The rain is falling. Listen to the rain. Listen to the rain.

In the spring.

It is spring.

The bees are buzzing. The bees are buzzing. Listen to them buzz. Listen to them buzz.

In the spring.

The wind is blowing. The wind is blowing. Listen to the wind blow. Listen to the wind blow.

In the spring.

It is spring.

The flowers are blooming. The flowers are blooming. Listen to me sneeze. Listen to me sneeze.

In the spring.

It is spring.

The frogs are croaking. The frogs are croaking. Listen to the frogs. Listen to the frogs.

In the spring.

It is spring.

My mom is cleaning. My mom is cleaning. Listen to the vacuum. Listen to the vacuum.

In the spring.

It is spring.

The grass is growing. The grass is growing. Listen to the lawn mower. Listen to the lawn mower.

In the spring.

It is spring.

The crickets are chirping. The crickets are chirping. Listen to them chirp. Listen to them chirp.

In the spring.

It is spring.

The baseballs hit the bats. The baseballs hit the bats. Listen to the bats hit. Listen to the bats hit.

In the spring.

The crowds are cheering. The crowds are cheering. Go Braves go! Go Braves go!