You make spring feel so springy.
You make life feel so care-free.
You make the husband so happy.
You make the dear wife so worry (but she's getting over that).
You make Sunday nights so merry.
You make us feel so rhymee.
We'll miss you come June-y
PS Aaron wants you to know that he actually did not help with this wonderful rhymeeness...why he does not want to claim credit though is beyond me...