I’m sitting at my office
Wishing I would not be here.
Spring fever has now struck me,
And my head just will not clear.

I want to run away today,
Lay naked on the beach.
I’d hunt exotic seashells,
And to sea gulls I would preach

On life and love of mother earth,
And how we all are one,
In spirit, if not body,
Beneath a yellow sun.

A bee just buzzed around my head,
And whispered a sweet tune,
As if to let me know that
The flowers are in bloom.

And I want to be among them,
And watch them dance around,
And feel gentle breezes
Where I could not be found.

And watch the chubby bumblebee,
And hummingbird in flight,
Collecting golden nectar
Until the sky turns night.

But since I have to stay here,
And work against my will
To help me make it through the day,
There ought to be a pill 

To take for this spring fever,
To make my heart not ache,
For a little time out on my own
In a cottage by a lake.