Spring Is When Life's Alive In Everything.

What Can I Give Him, Poor As I Am? If I Were A Shepherd I Would Bring A Lamb. If I Were A Wise Man I Would Do My Part. Yet What Can I Give Him? I Give Him My Heart.

Hurt No Living Thing: Ladybird, Nor Butterfly, Nor Moth With Dusty Wing.

And Sometimes I Remember Days Of Old When Fellowship Seemed Not So Far To Seek, And All The World And I Seemed Much Less Cold, And At The Rainbow's Foot Lay Surely Gold, And Hope Felt Strong, And Life Itself Not Weak.

Love Is Like A Rose, The Joy Of All The Earth.

Christmas Hath A Beauty ... Lovelier Than The World Can Show.