Spring!!

Well, there may still be a foot of snow on the ground, and it may have been 6 degrees last night (which is like what? -105 for you celsius folks?), but today is the first day of Spring!

In celebration, Amy and I will do what we always do- dress up in our Traditional Spring Festive Garb (which looks remarkably like what we wear every day, but I assure you, it's really quite different- every Spring I change to new socks) call our nieces on the telephone, and sing, in unison, our favorite Spring Song (courtesy of The Master, Tom Leher) ...

Spring is here, Spring 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.

When they see us coming,
the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts,
when coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright,
Everything seems all right,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We've gained notoriety,
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion-
To want to dispose of a pigeon.

So if Sunday you're free,
Why don't you come with me,
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a squirrel or two,
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment,
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strych'nine
We feed to a pigeon.
(It just takes a smidgin!)
To poison a pigeon in the park.