At long last, spring is around the corner, hidden by a colossal snowbank.
| Spring Is Sprung (sung to the tune My Favourite Things from 'The Sound of Music') Splashing in puddles and no more damp mittens. An end to slip slides and bone-jarring leg splittin's. Brown oozing mud that splatters and clings. These are a few of my favourite spring things. Teeth-rattlin' potholes that cause drivers to cringe. Cantankerous craters make lug bolts unhinge. Salt, sand, snirt onto winter banks flings. These are a few of my favourite Spring things. Shivering robins puff out scrawny red breasts. Dream of fat worms entombed in frozen ground chests. Geese and ducks paddle in bare-lake patch off'rings. These are a few of my favourite Spring things. When the wind wails, when the clouds clap, When I'm drippin' wet, I think to myself, buy an umbrella ol' chap. At least, it's not snowing yet. Sploshing in cold puddles and squelching dark muck from the insistent quicksand my boot I pluck. Where's green grass, tree buds, and flower awakenings? These are a few of my favourite Spring things. When the sky gleams, when the sun shines, when the breeze blesses, I shuck of all of my wint'ry confines. Gone the grey days which depresses. (apologies to the original eminent composer, this is but a poor parody) (24 lines)