Spring put on her bonnetMiss Lady Bug came to townApril took the carpet outAnd the dew was on the ground. The budding trees gave out with leavesApple blossoms filled the airA firefly kissed by a buttercupGlowed in the morning of the year.
Little diary can you tell meWill there always be a day?Will she always wake the morningAnd chase the night away?Will I always see a rainbowRising high up in the skyWho after every shower Hangs her raindrops out to dry? With the changing of the seasonsMyriad changes that I see,Dearest diary please to tell meWill I…
