© 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,
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,
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-