The Gift of Spring

　He gracefully¹ flew upon my porch

　　Quite brave and all alone

　　He perched upon the railing

　　And made himself at home.

　　He cocked his head to one side

　　In the early morning dawn

　　With curious eye， he gazed at me

　　Then he flew down on my lawn.

　　He ruffled² his feathers and flapped his wings

　　His song echoed in the breeze

　　It carried through the morning sky

　　And joyfully³ filled the trees.

　　It eased across the budding grass

　　Then through a sparrow's nest

　　It brushed a thorny⁴ rosebush

　　And never stopped to rest.

　　I felt it touch my own heart

　　What gladness it did bring

　　When this little robin⁵ sang to me

　　And brought the gift of spring！