Spring has arrived here in Brazil this week with crisp sunny days and chilly nights although we have a cold spell on the way. I shall try to enjoy it as much as possible before the hot weather sets in.
My late father used to recite a poem about Spring using an American gangster accent for some reason.
Spring is sprung
The grass is riz
I don´t know where
Dem boidies is
Some say de boid is on the wing
But that´s absoid
Because de wing is on de boid
I can still hear him chuckling as he came to the end.
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