The Public Gardens

After the winter when the cold winds blow
New flowers dance where there once was snow
There is a pretty place that I can’t go near
I hear it’s nice this time of year

You had to break it to me easily
The paradise wasn’t having me
A little number 1 or a tiny 2
What’s the worst I could possibly do?

I hear it’s nice this time of year
So we’ll hop the fence when the coast is clear
You sip juleps on the lawn
I’ll tear up tulips and chase the swans

I hear it’s nice this time of year