As far back as I can recall, my dad recited this silly poem every spring. I’ve been thinking about it lately and of the man who shared it with me. I miss hearing it at this time of year.
Spring has sprung, the grass has riz,
I wonder where the flowers is,
The boid is on the wing, but that’s absoid,
Because everybody knows that the wing is on the boid!
It seems there are variations on the poem, but that is they way dad told it and I’m sticking with it. It’s agreed upon title is “Spring In The Bronx” and while it has been attributed to both EE Cummings and to Ogden Nash it appears the source is one of the most prolific of all good quotes.. “Anonymous”.
That’s my boy Hank enjoy some of the grass that has riz!