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Am I all alone in here today?

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Yep, looks like it.  On my way out the door on Thursday I joked about taking a four-day weekend.  My co-workers both grumbled about business as usual, and bade me a good day off because they'd both be here on Monday.

It turns out that they were lying bastards.  When I arrived this morning I had a voice mail from one, and an email from the other, both declaring that they'd decided to join me and take the day off.

So now, in spite of my stated intentions, I'm the only one here.  There is something wrong with this picture.

[Edit]

Apparently the boss is off today too. ;p

Who wrote this poem?

The spring-like weather this morning brought a silly poem to mind.  I did some Googling on it to see if I could find the original, but every page out there seems to have a different variation on the poem.  I'm going to go with the version that I first learned.

Spring is sprung,
the grass is riz.
I wonder where the birdies is?
The bird is on the wing they say
but that's absurd!
I know the wing is on the bird.

Not only does there not seem to be a definitive version of this poem out there, but nobody can agree on who wrote it.  Various nameless authors claim to have made it up on the spot in their blogs and chat boards, while others attribute it to Ogden Nash (seems like his style), Spike Milligan (possible) and even Shel Silverstein (... not likely).

Does anyone out there know the original author/version of this little ditty?