Oh de Ode.


Ah, the first Wednesday of Spring. I called my friend Geisel, as I do every Wednesday. We had a great big chat. He bought a new hat. And. He’s decided to quit eating ham, but he still loves a good egg. He is not so particular when it comes to eggs. The big news. Geisel has a new aquarium. With lots of brand new pets. Red fish, blue fish. They are all quite nice.

At any rate, we talked for hours. And once I got off the phone with him, I had this incredible urge to write an Ode to Spring.

And here it is.

My Ode to Spring.

Spring has sprung,
It sproinged right heres,
It sprung and spun,
We gave three cheers.

All winter long,
We waited hard.
We shoveled walks,
And missed the yard.

The wild winds blew,
And took our hats.
It shivered our dogs,
and even our cats.

But now the date,
has come around.
We joined together,
It’s Spring we found!

But what is this?
It’s not so green?
More feet of snow?
This Spring is MEAN.

I will not take it,
Oh no, indeed.
I went outside,
and planted seed.

I have good hope,
That it will grow,
Once green is green,
and no more snow.

So ode to Spring,
let’s sing it clear,
Around the corner,
do not fear.

It blooming here,
And sprouting there.
And if it’s not,
Life’s just not fair.


“If winter comes, can spring be far behind?”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind


“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden


“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke