That’s a-springtime (#solTuesday)

*To be sung to the tune of “That’s Amore“*

In Woody Creeeeeek where joy is king

When sun hits ground, the mood’s subliiiiiiiiime

When the wind whips around and your mind’s underground, that’s a-springtime.

When the pencils are lost and the cubbies look tossed, that’s a-springtime.

Phones will ring, ding-a-ling-a-ling, ding-a-ling-a-ling, and you’ll talk tooooooooooooo a parent.

Words will fly, right-on-right-on-by, right-on-right-on-by, but perhaps not transparent.

When the allergies drip through each class partnership, that’s a-springtiiiiiiime.

When small feet start to smell and each voice seems to yell, that’s a-springtime.

When you moooooooove through a haaaaaaaaze and you know that you’re countiiiiiiiiiiiiiing the daaaaaaayyyyyyyyssssss…

Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Woody Creek

That’s a-springtiiiiiiime

A-springtime, that’s a-springtiiiiiiiiimmmmmme.