Spring Is Here!

[EWolfe]

Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring 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.

 

--Tom Lehrer

[ivan]

get'n geared up for a FSA?

[tvashtarkatena]

Hurray! Hurray! It's the first of May!

Outdoor schtupping schtarts today!

[catbirdseat]

Spring this year has got me feeling

Like a horse that never left the post.

I lie in my room

Staring up at the ceiling.

Spring can really hang you up the most.

 

Morning's kiss wakes trees and flowers,

And to them I'd like to drink a toast.

But I walk in the park

Just to kill the lonely hours.

Spring can really hang you up the most.

 

All afternoon the birds twitter-twitt.

I know the tune. This is love, this is it.

Heard it before

and don't I know the score.

And I've decided that spring is a bore.

 

Love seems sure around the new year.

Now it's April. Love is just a ghost.

Spring arrived on time,

Only what became of you, dear?

Spring can really hang you up the most.

Spring can really hang you up the most.

 

College boys are writing sonnets

In their tender passion they’re engrossed

While I’m on the shelf

With last years easter bonnets.

Spring can really hang you up the most.

 

Love came my way. I thought it would last.

We had our day, now it's all in the past.

Spring came along, a season of song,

full of sweet promise

but something went wrong.

 

Doctors once prescribed a tonic.

Sulfur and molasses was the dose.

Didn't help one bit.

My condition must be chronic.

Spring can really hang you up the most.

 

All alone, the party is over.

Old man winter was a gracious host.

But when you keep praying

For snow to hide the clover,

Spring can really hang you up the most.

 

[sobo]

--Tom Lehrer

 

I love his stuff. His rendition of the periodic table is priceless. 'course, there weren't 103 elements yet, back then.

[kevbone]

Anyone getting down to Jtree for the spring time?