Quote:
Originally Posted by Brian Allgar
Spring is sprung
Da grass is riz
I wonder where dem boidies is
Da little boid is on da wing
Ain't dat absoid?
Da wing is on da boid
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That might be the first poem I ever heard. I needed no groundhog to tell me spring was coming, since I knew spring was around the corner when my father would recite this poem. We've discussed it online before, where I was surprised to learn that it is apparently well known throughout the Anglophone world. I'd always figured it was just a Brooklyn thing.