Happy Spring! An old poem I’ve always loved, although it’s only credited to “Anonymous.” I’ve done a lot of Googling lately and still can’t find who really wrote this poem.
Spring is sprung,
The grass is riz,
I wonder where the birdies is.
The bird is on the wing.
Gee, isn’t that a funny thing.
I thought the wing was on the bird.
How absurd!
Okay, so it’s one more thing I’ve signed up/in to. I swear if my mind ever goes, I’ll never remember all these passwords!!
Love the power of poem. Which makes me think, I haven’t taken the time to read any lately. Thanks for the idea.
Oh, Marie! Thank you for the chuckle! I feel the same way about passwords and even swear I’m going to keep a list. I write some down and then stop doing it. Of course I ONLY forget the ones I don’t have written down!!!