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.

All along the roadsideDancing in the breezeQueen Anne's LaceNoding heads of white capsSwaying by the streamQueen Anne's Lace