Your Gfeet could be bare, your Cpants could be Gshort
You Cdon’t want to Gbe the hiDbernating sort
So Gchildren, take heart, the Cwinter will Gend
The Cgrass will grow Ggreen in the Dsunshine aGgain
The Gseasons will change, what Cjoy it’ll Gbring
When we Cdance to the Glife-giving Dsong of the Gspring