English poetry, about 6. 1

It's raining everywhere, it's raining everywhere. It falls on fields and trees, it falls on fields and treetops, it falls on umbrellas here, and it falls on ships at sea over there. Spring thomas nashe spring, sweet spring, is a pleasant king in a year; Then everything blooms, then the girls dance in a circle, the cold no longer stings, and the beautiful birds sing, goo goo, goo goo, toot, toot! Palm trees and Maytrees make the country houses full of joy, lambs play, shepherds play flutes all day, and we hear birds singing happily, cuckoo, chirping, poof, poof, woo! The fields breathe the fragrance, daisies kiss our feet, young lovers meet, old wives sit in the sun, and on every street, our ears hear these tunes, goo goo, goo goo, poop-poop! Spring! Sweet spring! Thomas in spring? 6? 1 Nash spring, sweet spring, Yao and Shun in a year, flowers and trees are everywhere, and there are daughters dancing around, which is slightly cool, clear and harmonious. Good birds are singing and chirping, brother, cut the wheat and insert a grain! The elm willow and hawthorn are all dressed up in Tian She's home. The lamb is swimming, the shepherd's flute is playing all day, the birds are always singing, and there is a melodious voice, chirp, chirp, brother, cut the wheat and insert a grain! Fragrant wind rippling in the countryside, daisies kissing people's heels, lovers in pairs, old women sitting in the sun, heading for any road, with sweet songs, chirping, chirping, brother, cut wheat, cut a grain! Spring! Sweet spring!