When the little blue bird

Who has never said a word

Starts to sing: spring, spring

When the little blue bell

In the bottom of the dells

Starts to ring: ding, ding

When the little blur clerk

In the middle of his work

Start 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

Outer-atmospheric pets do it

Let's do it

Let's fall in love

The Dutch in Olde Amsterdam do it

Not to mention the Fins

Folks down in Saiyan do it

Just 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