© George Jacobi 2011
Every April staring out the window,
Anticipating trout-lily time.
Never comes too soon for the rhythm,
Always comes with melody and rhyme,
It comes in on a storm across the Sound,
Comes in with a wild warbler wind,
Just wait out all the thunder and the lightning,
You can be there when it all begins,
It goes:
Witchy Witchy Witchy, Sweet Sweet,
Teacher Teacher Teacher, Drink Your Tea,
Birdy Birdy Birdy, Konk-la-ree,
Zoo-Zee, Zoo-Zee, Zoo-Zee, Zoo-Zoo Zee.
Have you ever been to planet Earth?
Well, no, but I’d really like to go.
Sit down by some river in New England,
On a morning in May and catch the show,
It goes:
We ride on a spinning solar cell.
Each of us a living solar cell,
You can hear the music in the air,
Every spring, Everywhere-
It goes: