Dedicated to Miller David in NY  Richard's Sk8oetry YouTube Channel Sk8oetry https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCX9AFktmYu9Q5rycs8lEuyg By Thomas Nash Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:       Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:       Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, In every street these tunes our ears do greet:       Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!             Spring, the sweet spring! Support the show.