Summer days, aren't they a treat?
Flowers blooming, air so sweet.
Sun in shine mode 'way up high,
Breezes as soft as a lady's sigh.
Palm fronds wave in delicate dips,
To trees with leaves like fingertips.
Giant oaks spreading across the yard,
Sycamores in line down the boulevard.
On the sand, along the shore,
Sun worshipers ask for more.
Have to get the perfect tan,
Greased up like a frying pan.
Baseball games and barbecue,
Hot dogs, lots of ice cream too.
All add to our summer fun,
It's only June, summer's just begun.
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