Ode to a Quiet Day

I've read three newspapers this morning and looked at several on-line sites as well, and you know what I found of interest?

Nothing, nyet, gournischt, zilch, bupkes, de nada, niente, goose eggs...

OK.

Let's just be grateful for a quiet day.

Spring has sprung,

Da grass is riz.

I wonder where da boidies is.

Da boid is on da wing.

Dat's absoid.

Da wing is on da boid.