The Spring Thing
The Spring Thing is currently being made into a children's book with the help of Illustrator Spencer Bugg. Keep an eye out for our Kickstarter Campaign which should be launching some time in the beginning of 2016
A month of spring,
Joyous thing, But dangerous too. How dare you Expend such love? It seems extreme When you consider You might get hurt With all that love lying about. So you rolled up the grass And pulled in the flowers. A month was enough Spring for one year. And you said to yourself Perhaps that spring thing Was just a fling. But summer and fall were all a drawl Without spring. And winter was worst of all And wouldn't give way. For without spring, There was no...spring, You know, the bouncy thing That keeps it all moving The whole year round. And so you did your best to recall Back past winter and before the fall, Before the summer To the very spring thing You'd called a fling. And there in your memory All cramped and small, In a far away corner Not very tall, Stood the very love thing That had started it all. But he whimpered and cried And started to bawl. He said "I'm so small And not very tall. Don't spread me about I'm sure to be mauled!" But you closed your eyes And grabbed that love thing And started to spread it Around with a zing! And though at first It hurt something terrible, Soon you found It was better than bearable. And that the thing You'd wanted all along Was spring. So now with every chance you get, You spread the love thing And not just in spring. For love is the very best thing of all For turning the seasons, Winter, spring, summer and fall. |