My cloak is jade in summertime,
Or amber in the fall.
I lose it in the wintertime,
My arms stay bare and tall.
Birds come and tell me of good tidings,
And often they do sing,
"The end of winter has arrived,
Here comes the warmth of spring!"
When spring arrives, I'm full of leaves
My fingertips full of flowers.
I reach up high, and tickle the sky,
She responds with April Showers!
