Hi men, hi men
I know exactly what you mean
It's a fact I realise
That when the springtime brings the flies
It also makes us dizzy in the breeze
The thing we call romance is in the air
This is the time of year when every pair
Is poetic by crickets and bees
Feeling pathetic bout flowers and trees
Out in the meadow green they take their lunch
To gaze upon the scenery as they munch
Watching a daffodil full of caprice
Eating a-half a dill pickle of peace
Getting us coo-coo as coo-coo can be
But having their having their fun
Why shouldn't we?