The sky is turning bright and clear.

    The earth is wearing red and green.

    Winter is gone; spring has come.

    The air smells fresh and sweet.

    The summer heat is not yet here;

    A little fox comes out to play.

    A bird is busy in a tree,

    Waking a daisy from her sleep.

    Little daisy, little daisy,

    People call the flower the "day's eye."

    When she opens her eye,

    The springtime brings us cheer.