Reminds me of a silly poem my Dad taught me as a child:
The Spring is sprung
The Grass is riz
I wonder where the birdies is?
The bird is on the wing
Don't be absurd
The wings is on the bird.
(Attributed to Spike Milligan)
Singing in the trees at the bottom of my garden, that's where they all are!
It's warm, it's sunny and the birds are singing, what more could you want? I love this time of year.
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