Happy Easter!
Spring is sprung … and all that
Spring is sprung,
Duh grass is riz
I wonder where dem boidies is.
Duh little boids is on duh wing–
But dat’s absoid:
Duh little wing is on duh boid.
I recall my seventh grade teacher reading the venerable Ogden Nash poem, a British Columbian giving his best Bronx impression. It cracked us […]