The summer's good for tulips though pansies disagree   They find the heat most distasteful and humidity   Far too grim to stand up tall and bargain with the bees   They prefer to droop and mope and wait for autumn's breeze   Wait for autumn's breeze      The autumn's good for pumpkins though apples don't approve   The trees that they've been living on now forces them to move   And rudely lets them to fall and sends them quick to their demise   Without so much a bon voyage or even a goodbye   Even a goodbye      The winter's good for penguins though brown bears must object   When talk comes to the joys of winter, they must interject   Hibernating in the snow just isn't where it's at   Because sleeping makes you skinny and we bears like to be fat   We like to be fat      The springtime is the season where everyone's a friend   Loneliness and desperation both come to an end   No matter how you died through winter, in spring you're born again   Your life might not be going good but spring helps you to pretend   It helps you to pretend   It helps you to pretend