The springing of spring
Spring has sprung, the grass is ris. I wonder where the birdies is. The birds is on the wing. But that’s absurd, I always thought the wings was on the bird. It looks as if Winter is finally over. There … Continue reading →
Spring has sprung, the grass is ris. I wonder where the birdies is. The birds is on the wing. But that’s absurd, I always thought the wings was on the bird. It looks as if Winter is finally over. There … Continue reading →