The spring is sprung

The spring is sprung, the grass is riz,
I wonder where the birdie is?
The birdie's on the wing.
No, that's absurd!
The wing is on the bird!

My mother used to chant this when the season turned, as it appears to have done today, with the promise of spring. Warm enough for me to go for a jog this morning so the weather must be improving. Happy Sunday everyone.