The Spring has sprung
The grass is ris
  I wonder where the birdie is
 The bird is on the wing they say
but that's absurd
 The wing is on the bird! 

I had the most wonderful day today with Dad and Mum to celebrate Father's Day. I remember, as a child, this poem being told every September 1 to welcome Spring.
Often attributed to Spike Milligan, my limited google research indicates it to be far older and perhaps written by the 19th Century Norwegian playwright and poet, Henrik Ibsen.

I just love it. And Dad.

x KL

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