Posted by Sari
In Just-
Spring when the world is mud-
luscious
It is time to break out the classics:
Like Tom Lehrer
Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year
Is the spring. I do, don’t you?
‘Course you do.
But there’s one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes every Sunday a treat for me:
All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon,
When we’re poisoning pigeons in the park.
Every Sunday you’ll see my sweetheart and me,
As we poison the pigeons in the park.
And Flanders & Swann
A bold Hippopotamus was standing one day
On the banks of the cool Shalimar
He gazed at the bottom as it peacefully lay
By the light of the evening star.
Away on a hilltop, sat combing her hair
Was a fair Hippopotami maid;
The Hippopotamus was no ignoramus
And sang her this sweet serenade:
‘Mud, Mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood!
So follow me, follow
Down to the hollow
And there let us wallow
In glorious mud’
And that’s all you really need to get rid of the spring fatigue.
Eating Muffins 