Spring Has Sprung
Every year when the weather turns warmer and the air feels cleaner, even lighter, I find myself repeating the following lines in a silly, sing-song voice:
The only problem? I can't recall the rest of the poem. So, I googled it. Wonder of all wonders, I don't even have the first line correct! The only website I found with a semblance of this poem stated the first lines as:
It goes on to complain about a bird flying overhead, leaving white droppings in the poet's eye. It finishes with gratitude that cows can't fly. I swear that's not the poem I recall. Am I wrong? Have I repeated the wrong lines for, well...forever? As far back as I can remember (and that's longer than I care to admit), I've recited the lines the other way.
Do you recall my version of this poem? One where the grass is green rather than ris'? Please, someone out there tell me that my memory hasn't completely failed me.
NOTE: I didn't find any reference to the poet's name, so if you know it, please let me know so I can give credit where credit is due.