The Kitten’s First Spring

There’s a robin

There’s a bluebird

Tail a’bobbin

It’s a new bird

There’s a crocus

Puts in focus

My first spring.

There’s a March hare

What a sprinter

Been in training

All through winter

Pussy willow

What a thrill, O

My first spring.

A day-old foal

Legs a jumble

Like he’s on stilts

Takes a tumble

He shakes his mane

Then tries again

His first spring.

See the hedgerow

Smell the blossom

When the wind blows

It’ll toss ’em

While daffodils

Embrace the hills

My first spring.

Count the cowslips

Hear the bluebells

All the colours

All the new smells

Just a daisy

Can amaze me

My first spring.