I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm. I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string. I'd say that I had spring fever. But I know it isn't spring. . I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented.
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm, I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string. I'd say that I had spring fever, but I know it isn't spring. I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented, like a nightingale without a song to sing.