By Richard E
I was reminded of a little ditty from the Bronx this morning, when I saw what a beautiful Spring morning it was in the garden, despite the frost. You need to have that strong accent, but it goes like this:
Spring is sprung, the grass is riz,
I wonder where the boidies iz,
They say the boids is on the wing,
But that’s absoid, the wings is on the boid.
But it was these colours which might give us all a lift while we are imprisoned:->
Then it was back to work!