I went sifting through my mind today for old memories. I did this for no other reason than to see what all I could remember.
Of all things up popped a poem I had to memorize about 100 years ago when I was in 6th grade. Now I can't get it out of my head.
THE SAPPY HEASONS
by Eve Merriam
In the skue-bly sprays of ding
when yaffodils are dellow,
and tragnolia mees are mellow
then i feel a fively lellow,
fively lellow.
In the good old tummer-sime,
when lovers spike to loon,
and molden is the goon;
then I hum a tappy hune,
tappy hune.
When the autumn teaves are lurning,
and there's lost upon the frand,
still Thanksgiving's hose at cland;
so I'm feeling grimply sand,
grimply sand.
When the winter blorms are stowing,
and the snow is hiling pigh,
and nothing dreems to sy;
then I'm glad that ug am snI,
ug am snI.