Spring is sprung
The grass is rizz
I wonder where the birdies is
The birdies is upon the wing
No, that’s absurd
The wing should be upon the bird.
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storms terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient…
Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
The only ultimate disaster that can befall us, I have come to realize, is to feel ourselves at home here…