Summer Is

Summer is stinging bees
And flies on the cheese
That mother put out,
(Oh hear her shout)!

Summer is a gentle breeze
That ruffles the skirts
Of girls who tease
And flirt.

Summer is too much wine
And crossing a line
Though (at the time)
This seemed perfectly fine …

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