Thomas Nashe. 1567–1601, Spring

SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing—
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay—
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-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, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring, the sweet Spring!

Spring in Da Bronx

Spring is sprung,
Da grass is riz,
I wonder where da boidies is?
Da little boid is on da wing.
But dat’s absoid.
Da wing is on da little boid!

Certain mainstream media writers remarked how odd it was for Spitzer to turn a reference of a potentially derogatory spoof into a speech about the future of New York.

I did too. The Producers is the 11th funniest movie in the American Film Institute's 100 Funniest Films of All Time. I mean, how can you take on images of a Ziegfiled's Follies swastika and a gayalicious Roger Debris Hitler calling himself the Etherl Merman of Germany? Somehow, Spitzer pulls it off.

The following is a clipping of the whole speech but it will give you great insight into Spitzer's oratiorial skills.

Once you get past the springtime cliches, you'll start to hear the prosecutor speaking, with a phrase like "we are winning because we are right and because we are making our case".

The video is right after the jump.

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Hooray!

We can finally all leave our various hovels and head outside without fear of drowning, freezing, or being buffeted by monstrous winds; Spring is, indeed, finally here.

In short, we have roughly three, maybe four weeks, before we can all again complain about the oppressive heat.