JUNE
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The month of June brings roses sweet, And daisies blooming at our feet; When Nature sings her sweetest tune, 'Tis in the balmy month of June. And glad vacation June will bring, Then old school bells will cease to ring, But wedding bells their sweet refrain Will ring and ring out just the same. Now lilies white upon the stream, In early morning will be seen; And cherries ripe upon the tree Are tempting to the birds and me. So robin hops from limb to limb, And seems to think they're all for him; And gets his share, and even more, Before the cherry time is o'er. This is the month that suits me best, And I love it better than all the rest; I'd always sing the same gay tune, If all the months were just like June. |
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:
Inconsistencies in spelling and hyphenation have been retained from the original.