Springtime Is the Season

[Verse]

The summer's good for tulips, though pansies disagree

They find the heat most distasteful and humidity

Far too grim to stand up tall and bargain with the bees

They prefer to droop and mope and wait for autumn's breeze

For autumn’s breeze

The autumn's good for pumpkins, though apples don't approve

The trees that they've been living on, now forces them to move

And rudely lets them to fall, and sends them quick to their demise

Without so much a bon voyage or even a goodbye

Even a goodbye

The winter's good for penguins, though brown bears must object

When talk comes to the joys of winter, they must interject

"Hibernating in the snow just isn't where it's at

Cause sleeping makes you skinny and we bears like to be fat" (we like to be fat!)

The springtime is the season where everyone's a friend

Loneliness and desperation both come to an end

No matter how you died through winter, in spring you're born again

Your life might not be going good but spring helps you to pretend

It helps you pretend