Fancy That!

In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
- Tennyson

It’s Spring, it’s Spring
When ‘a young man’s fancy
lightly turns
to thoughts of love.’

It’s Spring, it’s Spring
When an old man’s fancy
is to get his bowls out
and play with them in public.

It’s Spring, it’s Spring
When the trees,
having seen it all before,
just hang on in there.


It's Spring