Give you greetings; hearty, royal.
(March to music to back of stage behind Flowers.)
Thank you, trees, from lowland and hill, I appreciate your hearty good will, Are others still coming to our fete? We welcome them, though they be late.
Enter ten small girls (run in on tiptoe lightly, waving arms while the others sing.)
The birds are flying, tra-la, tra-la, Their strong wings a-trying, tra-la, tra-la, From east and west, they come with the rest, For Springtime is here, tra-la, tra-la.
First girl (courtesies):
The Robin has a pretty vest,
The Bluebird sweetly sings his best;
The Bob-o-Link trills in its meadow home,
The Bluejay calls in a shrill loud tone,
The Blackbird sings in the tall marsh rushes,
But sweeter, softer, call the Thrushes,