“Spring has sprung, da grass is growin’
I wonder who will do da mowin’
Listen to dem boidies sing! Da little boids is on da wing.
No, wait a minute, dats absoid. Da little wings is on da boid.”
Spring has arrived, and it is time to grab our tools and get busy with the yard work.
So I rousted DG out of his nap and set him to work.
Um. No. That’s not what I had in mind.
No, DG, we have work to do.
OK. Uncle.
