Good Summer

I've seen
The grass growing
Mowers mowing
Outside
People
Toss the frisbee
Friends they quiz me
Time to time
Shorts worn
Without leggings
Still we're begging
For better times
Down comes
All the red leaves
And your short sleeves
Go back inside

Blizzards
In the winter
Aren't as tasty
As in the spring
The sun
Feels like a splinter
Burrowed deeply
Plus it stings
When we
Go back home
To get a job for
Financial things
Sure makes
The warm summer
So very lonely
And hard to beat

I've had so many
Better ti-i-i-i-imes
Without complicated ti-ies
Oh I-I-I
I wish I could see
Those old da-a-a-a-ayes
And give my God pra-aise, yeah
For good summer!

I've had so many
Better ti-i-i-i-imes
Without complicated ti-ies
Oh I-I-I
I wish I could see
Those old da-a-a-a-ayes
And give my God pra-aise, yeah
For good summer!



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