The following anonymous poem is sometimes called the Brooklyn (or Bronx) National Anthem.


11 April 1941, Reno (NV) Evening Gazette, Sports Roundup by Eddie Brietz, pg. 21:
ODE TO SPRING.
Spring has sprung,
The grass has riz;
But it’s still unsung
Where the flowers is.


29 March 1944, Coe College Cosmos (Cedar Rapids, Iowa), pg. 2: 
Spring has sprung,
The grass is riz,
I wonder where
My blanket is.
(OK, so it’s old, but it’s pertinent.)


25 April 1944, Brainerd (MN) Daily Dispatch, pg. 5:
“Spring is here, the grass is ‘riz,’ I wonder where the flowers is—.”


19 March 1945, Maryville (MO) Daily Forum, pg. 2:
“Spring is sprung,
The grass is riz,
I wonder where the flowers is.”


9 April 1947, Charleston (WV) Daily Mail, pg. 6:
Spring is sprung;
The grass is riz.
I wonder where the flowers is?


20 March 1948, Washington Post, pg. B14:
Spring has spring,
The grass has riz.
I wonder where
The flowers is?
W. H. L.
554 S. 18th st.
Arlington, Va.


21 March 1948, New York Times, pg. SM18:
“Spring is sprung,
The grass is riz,
I wonder where the flowers is.
The boid is on the wing --
Absoid!
Of course the wing is on the boid.”
-- Anon.


26 March 1948, Washington Post, pg. C8:
MAIL BAG
Dear Bill:
Down in North Carolina, your “Spring is sprung, grass is riz” poem has been a favorite for years. I don’t know the name of the author, but I object to seeing it published over somebody else’s initials.
Annabel Barnes
2131 I st. nw.

Cassell’s Humorous Quotations
by Nigel Rees
New York: Sterling Publishing, Inc.
2003

Pp. 89-90:
Der spring is sprung
Der grass is riz
I wonder where dem boidies is?

Der little boids is on der wing.
Ain’t dat absoid?
Der little wings is on der boid!

Anonymous (New York). “The Budding Bronx,” quoted in Arnold Silcock, Verse and Worse (1952).


8 May 1957, Los Angeles Times, Cityside with Gene Sherman, pg. 2:
VERSESIDE—Jose Bates has been having a little italic trouble with his garden:

Spring iz sprung
The grass iz riz;
I wonder where
The flowers iz?


18 January 1976, New York Times, “Talking Brooklyn in Joisey” by Mario Pei, pg. 328:
It was ultimately sublimated into exalted verse in what is described as “The Brooklyn National Anthem,” although its lack of nationalistic features makes it applicable to Hoboken and Jersey City as well:

“De spring is sprung,
De grass is riz;
I wunneh wear de flowers is.
De boid is on de wing --”

“Absoid! De wing is on de boid!”

Spring is sprung.
The grass is riz.
I wonder where the birdies is?
The bird is on the wing.
Now isn’t that absurd?
I always thought the wing was on the bird!

Spring has sprung, the buds all break
Spring has sprung and nature wakes

Spring has sprung, winter’s gone
Now we sing our happy song
Tra-la, la-la, la-la, lay
Sweep the old dead leaves away

Attributed to Spike Milligan

"Spring is sprung,
The grass is riz,
And the boid is on the wing.
Now isn’t that a funny thing?
I always thought the wing was on the boid!

We always said it this way in elementary school days.

"Spring is sprung,
The grass is riz,
And the boid is on the wing.
Now isn’t that a funny thing?
I always thought the wing was on the boid!”

I think you will find that this was originally written by Ogden Nash, an American poet well known for his humorous verse.

Born August 19, 1902 – Died May 19, 1971

Spring dun sprung, the grass dun riz, now i wonder where the flowers is

I have been saying this for years and thought the poem was by Paul L. Dunbar

My 9th grade (1973) English teacher always spoke it as:

“Spring is sprung,
The grass is riz,
The boid is on the wing—
My woid, how absoid!
I thought the wing was on the boid.”

Hang on -

I heard it from someone years ago, I only remember the first few lines, but it’s different. Have you heard ? -

Spring has sprung
The grass is riz
I wonder where the birdies is
The birdies is upon the tree -

and unfortunately the rest escapes me. Can anybody put me out of my misery and come up with the finishing line.

Thanks

Had a fried who’d say:

Christ is died,
Christ is riz,
I wonder where the saving is?