"Summer"

Come for a frolic with me, my friend,

Past the hedge that never ends,

Beyond the sun that never sets,

To places snow never wets,

Where the roses always bloom,

And the butterflies ever zoom,

A world quite beyond our dreams,

Alive with the magic of sun and moon beams,

Nothing sinister, nothing foul,

No mouseling stolen by the owl,

Only the music of the wind in the grass,

And the dancing laughter of lover and lass,

Only the thunder of the rustling leaves,

And the pretty nests the sparrow weaves.

There we'll be merry and our hearts will soar,

At once content, yet longing for more.

We'll linger there as long as we can,

In our beautiful summer fairyland.