Spring is sprung

blossumsI love spring. I know it’s naff, but I am incredibly weather dependent and once the blossoms begin to open and the air is sweet scented, I do smile – just a little more.

And there is the age old poem that runs through my head, and sometimes spills out of my mouth at that first whiff of spring in the air. It’s the poem that my dad would say every year at the first bud.

Spring is Sprung by Anonymous

Spring is sprung, the grass is riz

I wonder where the birdie is

They say the bird is on the wing

But that’s absurd

I say the wing is on the bird

In my searching on the internet, I couldn’t find who wrote this, and Dad’s not around to ask. If anyone knows who actually wrote this I would love to hear from you.


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