Love your cockney sparrer, John.
A Dickey-bird whispered, "Haven't you heard
Spring is here, Spring is here, Spring is here."
A little crow sang a happy hello
"My favorite time of the year."
A little frog sang a song on his log
"Lose your blues, lose your blues, lose your blues."
And you and I fell in love in reply
on hearing the Dickey-bird's news.
Where in the world did that song come from, I wonder?
Blimey, bloke. We'll have to have a natter about the drummer who tried to gain illegal entrance to my neighbor's drum. (for real)
Bloody bastard