It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonny no,
That o’er the green cornfield did pass,
In springtime, in springtime,
In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding,
Hey ding a ding a ding, hey ding a ding a ding,
Sweet lovers love the spring.
And therefore take the present time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonny no,
For love is crowned with the prime
In springtime, in springtime,
In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding,
Hey ding a ding a ding, hey ding a ding a ding,
Sweet lovers love the spring.
The first day of spring is one thing and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. —Henry Van Dyke
thought for the day
A penny saved is just another thing for the cat to knock off of the dresser.
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