Me again. I thought this was a nice poem for a beautiful Spring day. From the Deseret 2nd Primer–lesson 28 (Latin script):
The lark is up to meet the sun,
The bee is on the wing,
The ant his labor has begun,
The groves with music ring.
And shall I sleep when beams of morn
Their light and glory shed?
For thinking beings were not born
To waste their time in bed.