It Might as Well Be Spring

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I have spring fever
But I know it isn't spring
Oh I am as starry eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Wandering down a strange new street
Hearing words I have never never heard
From a man I've yet to meet
I am as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
It might as well be
Spring
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