Spring of '76
Here comes the season of lazy days,
With quiet evenings and purple haze;
The kind which truly do amaze,
And, bring to most such languid ways.
Cause a lazy feeling inside,
Want to curl up somewhere and hide,
Not want to walk, but only ride;
But---will that feeling forever abide?
No, not long, certainly not forever;
With the passing of spring it will sever
And flow away like a gentle river,
For it's a thing we call “spring fever”.
The blood thins out, the heart beats slow
Leaving our energy somewhat low,
But, e'er the summer breezes blow,
Our bodies, once more, will begin to glow.
Yes, glow they will, and begin the quiver
And pulsate like a rolling river
With strength received from the blessed giver,
And we'll be rid of "Ole Spring Fever".
By L. B. Strawn