If this is really the first day of spring what are you doing my little goose? You honk and you cry but you never really sing I think it's time you took to the sky You gotta move If the heat of summer's here again why are you still here my flowering friend? Your beauty was cool back in May but you are wilting on this June day If fall is dusty and it's dry keep your head buried my little fern well the sparks they shower almost every night in nervous skies I'm fearing a big burn If winter has us buried under ice where will you go my dragonfly? I see you through the surface of the pond will you hover there, wait for me until the ice is gone? well you used to need me in every season honey, that's all gone you used to need me, now you need a reason I haven't got one