I am the crazymad writer,
The crazymad writer today.
I am the crazymad writer,
The crazymad writer, hey hey!
You may think that I’m not serious,
And I might even agree.
I am atill the crazymad writer,
The crazymad writer, hee hee.
The Original and Well-Known Rhyme by Anonymous
The spring is sprung, the grass is riz.
I wonder where the boidie is.
They say the boidie’s on the wing.
But that’s absoid. The wing is on the bird.
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Translation of the rhyme into Standard English
Springtime has arrived and the grass has started to grow once more.
I wonder where the birds are nesting.
They say the birds are “on the wing” (flying).
But that’s absurd. It’s the other way round; the wings are on the birds.
I saw the first swallow of summer today,
It was flying above me, enjoying the day,
Tears welled in my eyes on spotting this treat,
It made me so happy my heart skipped a beat.