What fun we have on a summer dayWhen friends and cousins come to stayAt Grandma's house where we play and runAnd laugh and sing in the summer sun.

Billows like pillows For the princess of the peaStorybook tale of oldPiled up miles highIn the hot summer sky.Churning white billowsSilently crashing like the seaWaves—washing, dashing On sandy shoreBuilding up more and more.

Soft as dreams,As wedding veilsAs soft as baby breathAs white as milk,Sweet as gold honeyDribbled on white silk.