Pic of the Day: ♫ “I keep wishing I were somewhere else / Walking down a strange new street / Hearing words that I have never heard / From a man I’ve yet to meet. / I’m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams / I’m as giddy as a baby on a swing / I haven’t seen a crocus or a rosebud / Or a robin on the wing. / But I feel so gay / In a melancholy way / That it might as well be spring / It might as well be spring.” ♫