Spring - a pome
Spring ain't sprung, the grass ain't riz.
There ain't no little birdies 'cos,
Their little balls is bloody froz.
I always liked :
look around it's spring,
the bird is on the wing -
don't be so absurd,
the wing is on the bird
--
Hayley
(gardening on well drained, alkaline clay in Somerset)
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