When the little blue bird, who has never said a word, starts to sing, spring, spring. When the little blue bell, in the bottom of the dell, starts to ring, ding, ding. When the little blue clerk, in the middle of his work, starts a tune to the moon up above. It is nature that's all, simply telling us to fall in love. And that's why birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love. In Spain, the best upper sets do it. Lithuanians, let's do it, let's do it, let's fall in love. The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it. Not to mention the Finns, folks in Siam do it. Think of Siamese twins, some Argentines, without means do it. People play in bars and even beans do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love. Take it, Brian. Electric eels, I might add, do it. Boat sharks, I might know. Why ask if shad do it? Way to bring me shad roe in shallow shoals. English souls do it. Hopers in the privacy of Poles do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love. Let's do it, let's fall in love. Let's do it, let's fall in love.