Welcome,
welcome, summer time,
I
will praise you with my rhyme;
You
can’t be too hot for us
Though
our neighbors fret and fuss.
Father
he has got some stock
In
a big cold storage block;
Brother’s
partner, one of three;
In
a big ice company.
Sister
runs an ice cream store
An’
the crowds come more and more;
I
sell clams to fellows what
Can’t
go diggin’ ‘cause it’s hot.
c.
June 24, ‘09
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