Summer

It's summer!

the sun is out
and I'm about
to shout
for joy
and will employ
my voice to get it out.

I smell sweet air
and with great flair
announce, "I love it!"
from atop my chair

say what you will
I have the thrill
of warming up in the sun,

it burns and scorches me
tries to torture me,
but still it's oh, so fun!

come and join me
sing twiddly dee
and see if you won't smile,

it's time to see
come sit with me
and soak it in for a while.

mjr 2005