Hello, this is Bertie, sending our best wishes to all Story Norris listeners and their families

during these curious, difficult and dangerous times. In a moment, Richard is going to be reading

a poem called Spring, Sweet Spring, by Thomas Nash. This is a very sweet poem that I learnt off by heart when I was a child.

If you have some time on your hands while you're stuck at home, may I suggest that you pick

some poems and learn them too. It's a very good way to develop your feeling for words and your

memory. But just before Richard reads the poem, I would like to give a special

thank you to our latest supporter on Patreon, Miller David, who is 11 years old and lives in

Albany, New York. He's been a long-time fan, and his mother, Elisa, tells me that he loves

sport, art, piano, books, and his rescue dog, Kara.

Well, we're sending all our love to Elisa, Ed, Anne Miller, and thank you very much indeed for your support on Patreon.

Now, over to Richard.

Spring, the Sweet Spring, by Thomas Nash. Spring, the sweet spring by Thomas Nash. Spring, the sweet spring is the year's

pleasant king, then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, cold does not sting, The pretty birds do sing. Cuckoo, jug, jug,

puay to wit, woo. The palm and may make country houses gay. Lambs frisk and play,

the shepherd's pipe all day, and we hear eyebirds tune this merry

lay, cuckoo, jug jug pu-way to wit, woo! The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a sunning sit, In every street these tunes our ears do greet

Cuckoo jug jug puay

To wit a woo

Spring

The Sweet Spring

And that was Spring

The Sweet Spring by Thomas Nash

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