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Sprig Has Cub
Edwin C. Ranck


Sprig, Sprig—Oh lovely Sprig!
Oh, hast thou cub to stay?
Add wilt the little birdies sig
Throughout the livelog day?
What bessage dost thou brig to be,
Fair Lady of by dreabs—
Dost whisper of the babblig brook
Ad fishig poles ad streabs?
Those happy days have cub agaid,
The sweetest of the year,
Whed bad cad raise ad appetite
Ad wholesub thirst for beer.
I've often thought id wudder, Sprig,
Of how the lily grows,
But the thig that's botherig be dow
Is how to sprig dew clothes.
[51]Sprig, Sprig—Oh lovely Sprig!
By thoughts are all of you
I saw a robid yesterday—
How strange it seebs—ad dew!
I've got a dreadful cold, Fair Sprig,
Or else I'd sig to thee
Ad air frob Beddelssohd, perhaps,
Or "The Shade of the Old Apple Tree."

This poem is in the public domain.


Edwin Carty Ranck (1879 - 1957) was born in in Lexington, Kentucky. His father was a writer and newspaper editor. After attending Harvard, Edwin followed in his father's footsteps and became a journalist, writing at one point for the New York Times.




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Hilarious! A touch of genius.
Posted 03/27/2020 05:56 PM
Be, too!!!!
Posted 03/27/2020 05:01 PM
Linda Lee Konichek:
I have seasonal allergies. I absolutely love this poem!
Posted 03/27/2020 10:44 AM
Jean Colonomos-1:
Such fun to hear how sprig has sprug...
Posted 03/27/2020 10:20 AM
Larry Schug:
Absolutely must be read aloud.
Posted 03/27/2020 07:13 AM
Oh boy! Me too.
Posted 03/27/2020 07:12 AM
too funny! Randy
Posted 03/27/2020 06:20 AM

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