The morning light creeps softly,
The dawn is drawing near
The little creatures waking up,
Creep out of dens to peer.
The fountain, gushing, splashing,
A soothing silvery sound.
The fleeting drops of morning dew
Sparkle the grassy ground.
The flowers are now op'ning
To greet a summer's day.
The little creatures coming out
Into the sun to play.
The morning light creeps softly,
The dawn is drawing near,
Wiping 'way last mists of night,
To leave the forest clear.