When the little bluebird Who has never said a word Starts to sing "Spring, spring" When the little bluebell At the bottom of the dell Starts to ring, ding ding When the little blue clerk In the middle of his work Starts a tune to the moon up above It is nature, that's all Simply telling us to fall in love
And that's why birds do it, bees do it Even educated fleas do it Let's do it, let's fall in love In Spain the best upper sets do it Lithuanians and Letts do it Let's do it, let's fall in love The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it Not to mention the Finns Folks in Siam do it Think of Siamese twins. Some Argentines, without means, do it People say in Boston even beans do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
Romantic sponges, they say, do it Oysters down in Oyster Bay do it Let's do it, let's fall in love Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish, do it Even lazy jellyfish do it Let's do it, let's fall in love Electric eels, I might add, do it Though it shocks 'em, I know Why ask if shad do it? Waiter, bring me shad roe! In shallow shoals, English soles do it Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it Let's do it, let's fall in love.