Spring is Sneaking Up on Me

Spring is sneaking up on me
It is sneaking behind that tree
Look for tree buds—growing pears
Look for bunnies, growling bears
Listen careful, listen good
I see birdies fly—I wish I could!
Spring is funny sometimes with the fun
Spring is sneaky—just like the sun
It stays longer every night
The moon is sneaking at its height
Summer’s sneaking—now I know
After this comes fall . . . then snow