Подборка стихов и песен на тему Spring

Spring, Almost

The sunshine gleams so bright and warm,

The sky is blue and clear.

I run outdoors without a coat,

And spring is almost here.

Then before I know it,

Small clouds have blown together,

Till the sun just can't get through them,

And again, it's mitten weather.

Hello Spring

(to the tune of "Goodnight Ladies")

Hello spring,

Hello spring,

Hello spring,

We hope you're here to stay.

replace the word "spring" with other spring words

eg: green grass, robins, rainbow, flowers, butterflies, etc.

Spring

(to the tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star")

Spring, spring is coming soon,

Grass is green and flowers bloom,

Birds returning from the south,

Bees are buzzing all about,

Leaves are buddign everywhere,

Spring, spring is finally here!

March

March is an in between month,

When wintry winds are high.

But milder days remind us all,

Spring's coming by and by.

March Wind

March wind is a jolly fellow;

He likes to joke and play.

He turns umbrellas inside out

And blows men's hats away.

He calls the pussy willows

And whispers in each ear,

"Wake up you lazy little seeds,

Don't you know that spring is here.

Winds Of March

Winds of March, we welcome you,

There is work for you to do.

Work and play and blow all day,

Blow the winter cold away.

March Wind

The wind is pushing

Against the trees,

He'll take off your hat

Without asking you "please",

He rattles the windows

And puffs at a cloud,

Then scoots down the chimney

And laughs aloud.

March

Never mind March, we know

You're not really mad

Or angry or bad.

You're only blowing the winter away

To get the world ready

For April and May.

Making Kites

The winds of March begin to blow,

And it is time for kites, you know.

Here's the way I make my kite,

Watch and help me do it right.

I cross two sticks so thin and long,

Tied together good and strong.

A string I fasten to each end,

And across the middle to make it bend.

I measure and cut the paper straight,

And glue along the edge and wait.

A ball of string to hold my kite,

When it sails almost out of sight.

And here's my kite all ready to go,

Please March wind begin to blow!

April

April is a rainbow month,

Of sudden springtime showers.

Bright with golden daffodils

and lots of pretty flowers.

April

The roofs are shining from the rain,

The sparrows twitter as they fly,

And with a windy April grace

The little clouds go by.

Yet the backyards are bare and brown

With only one unchanging tree--

I could not be so sure of Spring

Save that it sings in me.

May

May's a month of happy sounds,

The hum of buzzing bees,

The chirp of little baby birds

And the song of a gentle breeze.

The grass is green.

Flower blossoms I have seen.

The days are warm.

By evening it cools.

It's time to find the garden tools.

Springtime

(to the tune of "The Muffin Man")

Springtime is garden time,

Garden time, garden time,

Get your spades and come outdoors,

Springtime is here!

Springtime is planting time,

Planting time, planting time,

Get your seeds and come outdoors,

Springtime is here!

Springtime is jumping time,

Jumping time, jumping time,

Get your ropes and come outdoors,

Springtime is here!

Springtime is singing time,

Singing time, singing time,

Children sing a happy song,

Springtime is here!

Surprise

Close your eyes

And do not peek

And I'll rub "spring"

Across your cheek.

Soft as velvet

Smooth and sleek

Close your eyes

And do not peek.

My Spring Garden

Here is my little garden,

Some seeds I'm

Going to sow.

Here is my rake

To rake the ground,

Here is my handy hoe.

Here is the big

Round yellow sun,

The sun warms everything.

Here are the rain clouds

In the sky,

The birds will start to sing.

Little plants will

Wake up soon,

And lift their sleepy heads.

Little plants will

Grow and grow

From their warm earth beds.

Spring

I love the spring.

For every day

There's something new

That's come to stay.

Another bud

Another bird

Another blade

The sun has stirred.

What the Robin Told

The wind

told the grasses,

And the grasses

told the trees.

The trees

told the bushes,

And the bushes

told the bees.

The bees

told the robin,

And the robin

sang out clear:

Wake up!

Wake up!

Spring is here!

Spring

Spring makes the world a happy place

You see a smile on every face.

Flowers come out and birds arrive,

Oh, isn't it grand to be alive?

Springtime

A small green frog

On a big brown log;

A black and yellow bee

In a little green tree;

A red and yellow snake

By a blue-green lake,

All sat and listened

To red bird sing,

"Wake up, everybody,

It's spring! It's spring!"

Spring is Here

Spring is here,

In the air,

You can smell it coming,

On the trees,

Leaves are green,

Caterpillars sunning.

Birds are back,

Grass is out,

Busy bees are humming,

On the trees,

Leaves are green,

Caterpillars sunning.

Kite Flying

On many spring days I wish that I

Could be a kite flying in the sky.

I would climb high toward the sun

And chase the clouds. Oh, what fun!

Whichever way the wind chanced to blow

Is the way that I would go.

I'd fly up, up, up. I'd fly down, down, down.

Then I'd spin round and round and round.

Finally I'd float softly to the ground.

Young Lambs

The spring is coming by a many signs;

The trays are up, the hedges broken down

That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines

Like some old antique fragment weathered brown.

And where suns peep, in every sheltered place,

The little early buttercups unfold

A glittering star or two - till many trace

The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold.

And then a little lamb bolts up behind

The hill, and wags his tail to meet the yoe;

And then another, sheltered from the wind,

Lies all his length as dead - and lets me go

Close by, and never stirs, but basking lies,

With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.

Who Has Seen the Wind?

Who has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you;

But when the leaves hang trembling

The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I;

But when the trees bow down their heads

The wind is passing by.