Spring is sprung

"Spring is sprung
The flowers is riz
I wonder where
The birdies is?
The bird is on the wing?
Why that's absurd -
The wings is on
The little bird."

Said, by my father, with a strong Brooklyn accent. Don't know how to spell birdies with a Brooklyn accent, so I'm not even going to try.

But boy, has spring sprung! Birds going chitter chatter nonstop from early morn to late evening, mallards on the pond with half a dozen chicks, kestrels hovering on the edge of the cliffs waiting to pounce.

Brilliant sunshine, cold winds, trees sprouting leaves and blossom in a helterskelter mishmash. Spring is sprung!