There is a melody that can be heard br in the cool morning breeze. br Whispering with perfect ease, br whistling an early morning song. br br There is a talking among the trees, br a rustling admist the leaves. br Loving arms reaching out to one another, br awakening the spirit of the forest. br br There is a bubbling river too, br a happy chattering can be heard all through. br Up upon the banks she flows, br greeting the pebbles as she goes. br br There is a smiling of happy flowers, br dewy little heads, emerging from their beds. br Sleepy colourful flowers br embracing the morning showers. br br There is a little honey bee, br from flower to flower, does his pollen gleen. br High above the pastures so green, br O What it is, to be so free. br br There is a little green frog, br down by the marshy pond. br Sitting upon a lilly pod, br Croaking and a calling, admist the fog.