A SONG FOR THE SUMMER
Is it raining? Never mind—
Think how much the birdies love it!
See them in their dozens drawn,
Dancing, to the croquet lawn—
Could our little friends have dined
If there'd been no worms above it?
Is it murky? What of that,
If the Owls are fairly perky?
Just imagine you were one—
Wouldn't you detest the sun?
I'm pretending I'm a Bat,
And I know I like it murky.
Is it chilly? After all,
We must not forget the Poodle.
If the days were really hot,
Could he wear one woolly spot?
Could he even keep his shawl?
No, he'd shave the whole caboodle.