Annually, my mother would recite: Spring has sprung. The grass is rizz. I wonder where the birdies is? They’s on the wing! But that’s absurd. I thought the wing was on the bird! It’s an obscure bit of doggeral to swipe, and in hindsight I should have rewritten the headline to read: Spring has sprung! The river’s rizz! I wonder where the buses is? And so this is dedicated to Roy McDonald.
Annually, my mother would recite:
Spring has sprung.
The grass is rizz.
I wonder where the birdies is?
They’s on the wing!
But that’s absurd.
I thought the wing was on the bird!
It’s an obscure bit of doggeral to swipe, and in hindsight I should have rewritten the headline to read:
Spring has sprung!
The river’s rizz!
I wonder where the buses is?
And so this is dedicated to Roy McDonald.