On a stage of wax—billowingIvory curtains open to the blue skyA dancer in a red skirtPirouettes under herWaves of satin hairBehind, under, and all around Twirl more dancers in sleek Shiny green costumesStill, she is the star of This spectacular show.

Summer has comeJune is here, no more waitWhen the white rosesBloom by the garden gate.Edges are pinkCenters, honey bee baitWhen the roses bloomBy the garden gate.

Summer days of sunshineUnder the sycamore treeDigging in the sandboxInnocent and freeBig brown eyes, curly headNot too hard to seeYou're a treasure, yes you areEspecially to me.