The Oyster’s Vacation

O, I like the summer season,

     In some ways it’s the best,

When the summer crowd is weary,

     And the oyster shall find rest.

For ‘tis then we have the ice,

     And the seashore’s foamy crest;

When the butterfish is busy,

     And the oyster is at rest.

O, the melon comes to bless us,

     And the corn is green and sweet;

And the peaches they are luscious,

     Far too beautiful to eat.

And the summer girls are pretty,

     As they brave the ocean’s breast;

When the motor boat is chugging,

     And the oyster is at rest.

O, I like the summer season,

     With its recreative zest,

And I like the summer maiden,

     But I like the oyster best.

So, when comes the summer season

     I am just a bit oppressed,

When the stew has gone in mourning,

     And the oyster is at rest.

May 10, ‘10