A Summer Necessity

I love you, yes, I love you,

     Summer girl;

There is naught I place above you,

     Summer girl.

I am glad to see you coming

Where the gentle bees are humming,

Where the restless waves are drumming,

     Summer girl.

I love you more than ever,

     Summer girl;

Made you fade away O, never,

     Summer girl.

Though the cruel world may doubt you,

I could never live without you,

For I write nice jokes about you,

     Summer girl.

May 18, ‘97

Boston Courier,

Sept. 6, 1897