Tis the time of year when sunshine smiles
And the sky is so clear for miles and miles,
When the birds in the branches of the trees
Circulate their message into the breeze
While the gentle wind does rustle the leaves
Now playing in the shadow of the eaves.
The trees seem to yawn and stretch in the sun
As spreading shrubs have their flowers begun
So it is that our world of growing green
Paints pictures to all of beauty obscene !