the first month of summer,
and the longest day of the year,
'tis the month of the fathers,
but yet my father is not here,
so we do not need to thank him,
for he has done nothing at all,
but that is all good,
for there is more in June.
the month of true green,
when life is in splendor,
and the month where the lake is so warm,
you want to jump in,
for June is a great month.
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