JUNE
VI
JUNE
Cancer
The June house wasn’t a house at all,
But a level and leafy place,
Where a gypsy scamp had pitched his camp—
A gypsy merry of face.
He welcomed J. M. and Amos and Ann,
And gave them some savory stew,
Piping hot from a big black pot—
And all of them ate it, too!
The June house wasn’t a house at all