In message , H Ryder
writes
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

Isn't that the same poem Nick altered above? ie

Spring is sprung, de grass is riz
I wonder where de boidies is
They say de boid is on de wing
But that’s absoid - from what I’ve hoid
De wing is on de boid ......................
or something like that - Brooklyn accent and all.
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June Hughes