From the film “Seven Brides For Seven Brothers”, 1953.
Words by Johnny Mercer.
Music by Gene de Paul.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. Oh, the barnyard is busy
In a regular tizzy
And the obvious reason is
Because of the season
Ma Nature’s lyrical
With her yearly miracle
Spring, spring, spring
All the hen-folk are hatchin’
While their men-folk are scratchin’
To ensure the survival
Of each brand new arrival
Each nest is twitterin’
They’re all baby sittering
Spring, spring, spring
It’s a beehive of budding son and daughter life
Every family has plans in view
Even down in the brook the underwater life
Is forever blowing bubbles too
Every field wears a bonnet
With some spring daisies on it
Even birds of a feather
Show their clothes off together
Suns gettin’ shinery
To spotlight the finery
Spring, spring, spring
2. In his hole, though the gopher
Seems a bit of a loafer
The industrious beaver puts it down to spring fever
While there’s no antelope who feels that he can’t elope
It’s spring, spring, spring
Slow but surely the turtle who’s enormously fertile
Lays her eggs by the dozens
Maybe some are her cousins
Even the cattle in the catamount
Is non-plussed at that amount
It’s spring, spring, spring
Even out in Australia the kangaroos
Lay of butter fat and all french fries
If they’re offspring are large it might be dangerous
They’ve just gotta keep ’em pocket size
Even though to each rabbit spring is more like a habit
Notwithstanding the fact is they indulge in the practice
Each day is Mother’s Day the next day some other’s Day
It’s spring, spring, spring
3. To itself each amoeba softly croons “Ach du Lieber”
While the proud little termite
Feels as large as a worm might
Old poppa dragonfly is making his wagon fly
It’s spring, spring, spring
Every bug,s snuggled snuggy in its own baby buggy
And in spite of policing seems the tribe is increasing
‘Cause Missus Katy did once did what her Matey did
It’s spring, spring, spring
Daddy long legs is stretching out his creaking joints
And how busy can a bumble be?
Flitting hither and thither she keeps seeking joints
With a spare room and a nursery
Each cocoon has a tenant so they hung out a pennant
“Don’t disturb, please keep waiting, we are evacuating
This home’s my momma’s, I’ll soon have my own domicile
It’s spring, spring, spring