It Got Here Yesterday And I Missed It

Herb’s Blog, Herbdate 23055 – 1085

Here’s the haps:

Spring is sprung
The grass is riz
I wonder where them boidies is?
They claim, I hoid,
The Boid is on the wing
But that’s absoid
I know the wing is on the boid.

That poem was listed in several places as the Bronx anthem to Spring or the Bronx National Anthem. Another version I found goes:

Spring has sprung;
The grass has ris.
I wonder where
The birdie is?

There he is
In the sky.
He dropped some
Whitewash in my eye!

I am no sissy;
I won't cry.
I'm just glad
The cows can't fly!

I didn’t research it too thoroughly, however. I was reminded that it’s Spring by friend-to-this-blog, A. J. McGregor, and wanted to wish everyone a pleasant season.

I also want to find something that The Google cannot seem to turn up. When I was in Tenth Grade English class we practiced a play on the real stage so we could understand how stage directions worked. It was about some hillbillies celebrating spring. I don’t remember the name of the play and of course I don’t have the mimeographed copy but I just wish I could find it or at least a little bit about it, anyway. I only know the first three lines, which were mine:

Spring am sprung
The time aire here
The skunks aire out…

To which the other characters exclaimed, “The skunks aire out?”

That’s all that I can remember is just that much but I think that’s what bothers me. Oh well. As I’ve taken to saying, “If that’s the biggest problem I have in life, or even the biggest problem I have today, I think I’m probably doing pretty good.”