Oh hammock hanging between the two old oak trees.
I wish to lay upon you to swing and swing, can't you see.
The call of summer beckons me, like the hammock that swings between two trees.
Let's watch the fly of the bumble bees.
How they hover and land on flowers, to bestow upon us the nectar of honey.
The weather outside is great and the sun is sunny.
Isn't it funny the joys of Summer.
That brings all out to play and also makes us slumber.
So, as I lounge upon the hammock, I swing and swing.
I feel so amazed as my heart starts to sing.
The joy of the lazy days of Summer.
For if we had no Summer then life would be a bummer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem