Spring

 Spring Magic

The world is very old;

   

The world is very old;
    But year by year 

It groweth again

When buds appear

                                                                    The World is very old,

                                                        And sometimes sad;

                                                     But when the daisies come

                                                        The world is glad.

The world is very old;

   But every spring

It groweth young again,

  And fairies sing.