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.