It's picnic time, spring yippee-yay
Oh, neato, hot diggety dog,
Let's fire up the rusty barbie
And enjoy the lot.



You bring the hot dogs
And sweet chili sauce,
I'll squash the ants, po-boys
And get the punch of course.

 



Would you want french fries
Hamburgers too,
Maybe pickle relish, catsup, aw meow
Will just mustard do.



Some crispy crunchy lettuce
Cucumber and rich creamy cheese,
Hot diggety dog, it's Spring at last
We're blessed with all we need.



Soft Whispers to you from
Derry's Heart Poems 2005
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au

For, lo, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle
is heard in our land;
The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape,
give a good smell. Arise, my love,
my fair one, and come away.
Song of Solomon 2:11-12




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