*NOTE: Since I often go a long time between posts, I've taken steps to remedy the situation. Well, step. By now you've noticed (unless you read this thing bottom-to-top) the link above. Props to Lore and the Brunching Shuttlecocks for yet another stroke of genius. And now back to our regularly-skedded blog...

Today's Pond entry is sponsored by Subway: Eat fresh. And by Shumway: Eat cat. And by Dougway: Eat snatch.

SPRINGTIME FOR HITLER

Okay, so now what I can't figure out is why I used that song title instead of the song I'm about to quote? Whatever. It's the first really nice warm day this year, so let me hit you all with this yearly standard...

"Poisoning Pigeons In The Park"
by Tom Lehrer

Spring is here, spring is here, life is skittles and life is beer
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring, I do, don't you? Course you do!
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me, and makes every Sunday a treat for me

All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon when we're poisoning pigeons in the park
Every Sunday you'll see my sweetheart and me as we poison the pigeons in the park
When they see us coming the birdies all try and hide, but they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide
The sun's shining bright, everything seems alright when we're poisoning pigeons in the park

We've gained notoriety and caused much anxiety in the Audubon Society with our games
They call it impiety and lack of propriety and quite a variety of unpleasant names
But it's not against any religion to want to dispose of a pigeon

So if Sunday you're free why don't you come with me and we'll poison the pigeons in the park
And maybe we'll do in a squirrel or two while we're poisoning pigeons in the park
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment, except for the few we take home to experiment
My pulse will be quickenin' with each drop of stricnine we feed to a pigeon
it just takes a smidgeon to poison a pigeon in the park!