Ode to Spring, and all that

er- Spring

you perfectly priceless old thing

I'm frightfully bucked at 

the signs that one sees,

The jolly old sap

in the topping old trees. 

The priceless old lilac, and that sort of rot...

It jolly well cheers a chap up.

does it not?

It's so fearfully bright, so amazingly right

and one feels as one feels

when one gets rather tight....

er- Spring

I write from memory, a poem from long ago, 

before I was married...

When I still did secretarial duty

and spent lunch hours

in linen shops

and greeting card establishments,

with a kindred soul.

In the early 1940's - war time

before I had even met the Beloved!

In the midst of another late spring.....

Somewhere in all my 'stuff'

I have this poem

but I moved it from the drawer beside my bed

with other poetry from that era

and I don't know where I put it!!! (she wailed)

Mr. Google has evidently never heard

of this particular

Ode to Spring, and all that....

He quotes Gray and many

others who waxed deliriously about Spring

but this particular poem

which has happy memories for me

if nowhere to be found?

Not even the poet ..

I'm sure it wasn't Ogden Nash,

but someone of his ilk..

It is said
Nash wrote about spring,
although it is expected he copied  "Anonymous"

"Spring is sprung, the grass is riz
I wonder where the boidies is..?
The boid is on the wing,
Absoid,
I always thought the wing was on the bird."

Also written from old memories...school days!

Well, if anyone knows

"Ode to Spring and all that"
and can correct my memory,.
I would be much obliged!!