Just for grins, here's a spring poem I remembered from elementary school:
The Spring is sprung.
The grass is riz.
I wonder where the boidies is?
The boid am on the wing.
But that's absoid,
I always thought the wing was on the boid!
That’s great! Spring is here. Everyone’s ready. Great sunny weather here for sawing up all those fallen trees and stacking next year’s firewood!