Nothing like a night in August
When the weather is so trusted
Where a sailor can sleep aboard
And still sail the ship of mind
Safely into fairytale land.
Showing how far the harvest goes
Barns every farmer begins to build.
Beauty of the outer space is light
Bright, the moon is up all night
Children born in August
Come with teeth and are lions by nature,
Crown kings of what they do, pace-setters
And the flagship of the fleet
August in a nutshell is a month of greatness.
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