The Elderberries by Corey Pandolph and Phil Frank and Joe Troise for April 09, 2006

Transcript:

The Professor: As I pondered in my room, amid the winter's gloom, I was seized with an urge, a desire to merge. Where are the flowers, to help pass the hours? You can't really smell 'em with your cerebellum. I need wind in my hair (well, what little is there), and grass under my feet, for a Spring that is complete! Nurse Ludmilla: Security!! Free-range elder! Sector 2! Professor: There's a message that's flowing, a deep kind of knowing. It says: All poets like crowing, but.. Nurse: Vatch vhere you're going? Professor: Uh... right? Ode to Spring, by Professor Charles Basset (retired)