Spring has sprung
Spring has sprung,
The grass is ris,
I wonder where the birdies is?
The bird is on the wing.
But that's absurd;
I always thought the wing was on the bird?
Forgive me the doggerel, the origins of which are unknown (although in my head, I hear it said with a strong Brooklyn on New Jersey accent, so that 'birds' becomes 'boids'; presumably a clue to its origins).
My first signs of Spring are here.
The jasmine is flowering in the back laneways of Fitzroy, its masses of blossoms spilling out over cracked and splintered fences and rusty sheets of corrugated iron, sending out tantalising wafts of subtle fragrance; and the magnolia trees in Gertrude Street have begun to flower, transforming that grey thoroughfare, briefly, into something softer, gentler and purple-hued.
I love this time of year, even though it means my first bout of hayfever can't be far away.
The grass is ris,
I wonder where the birdies is?
The bird is on the wing.
But that's absurd;
I always thought the wing was on the bird?
Forgive me the doggerel, the origins of which are unknown (although in my head, I hear it said with a strong Brooklyn on New Jersey accent, so that 'birds' becomes 'boids'; presumably a clue to its origins).
My first signs of Spring are here.
The jasmine is flowering in the back laneways of Fitzroy, its masses of blossoms spilling out over cracked and splintered fences and rusty sheets of corrugated iron, sending out tantalising wafts of subtle fragrance; and the magnolia trees in Gertrude Street have begun to flower, transforming that grey thoroughfare, briefly, into something softer, gentler and purple-hued.
I love this time of year, even though it means my first bout of hayfever can't be far away.
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Alison - oddly enough, my late father used to quote it too, which perhaps dates the saying to their generation; I'm assuming, of course, that your father is of a similar vintage to mine, ie a baby boomer, give that you and I are of an equivilent age...?
I culd no doubt google the rhyme to discover the secret of its origin, but a part of me rather enjoys not knowing for sure. Nash, Groucho - do I hear bids for other contenders? :-)