tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907671790485929520.post4299839639826081246..comments2023-10-25T11:39:21.171-04:00Comments on Bunny Eat Bunny: Poetry Friday: Vernal EquinoxAnne Hoppehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015096519080022738noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907671790485929520.post-70497243243126552122009-03-25T09:28:00.000-04:002009-03-25T09:28:00.000-04:00THAT poem is a real trip down memory lane. My fath...THAT poem is a real trip down memory lane. My father (a man who had an absurd sayings or song for every occassion) used to sing song this one all the time. It was a little different, it went,<BR/>"Spring has sprung<BR/>The grass is riz,<BR/>I wonder where the boidie is.<BR/>The boid is on the wing,<BR/>Ain't that absoid,<BR/>I thought the wing was on the boid"<BR/><BR/>Once grown up I would find out that most of his "quotes" came from old radio shows and the talkies. As a kid though, I thought him a genius:)Christine Tripphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05058419743726981987noreply@blogger.com