Inspired by a combination of the fine weather, the Limerick thread, and some very dorty posts in the bar this afternoon ... I am moved to record some of the poetry pa trout was wont to recite.
#42 The "Spring is Sprung" poem, recited when fine weather is noticed (but no ladies)
Spring is sprung
The grass is riz
I wonder where
The birdies is ?
at which point pa trout would leer, looking for the ladies
#43 The "Apples be Ripe" poem, recited in fine weather when ladies are noticed
Apples be ripe
nuts be brown
at which point pa trout would say "hwa hwa hwa hwa hwa"*
*oh, he loved to laugh did pa trout