Makin Whoopee

The robin calls his little mate
She whistles back and it's a date
They fly through treetops with two or three stops
To make some whoopee
The cuttlefish are very shy
When other fish go swimming by
But then with great speed, they head for seaweed
To make some whoopee
Daily the flirting swallows
Head for each country barn
Surely they know what follows
But they don't give a darn
And need I mention the crazy stork
Who has a penchant for causing talk
If he's about you, beyond a doubt
You've been making whoopee
Up in Vermont, when winter comes
The fellas don't just twirl their thumbs
And girls attractive are very active
At making whoopee
Down in Maine, where pine trees swish
And it's too cold for folks to fish
The men start sprucing, and go producing
A lot of whoopee
Think of the joys of skiing
In each New Hampshire town
Think of the he and she-ing
After the sun goes down
We know two girlfriends away up North
Who once were snowbound 'til March the fourth
One made a sweater, but one did better
She made some whoopee