Father's in the woodshed,
Cleaning forty fish;
Mother's in the kitchen,
Washing every dish;
...
The Summer girl
In peek-a-boos
And open hose
And narrow shoes,
...
SHE wants to go unto the shore,
And pack her trunk
With gowns no one has seen before,
And all such junk.
...
Drowsy old summer, with nothing to do,
I'd like to be drowsin' an' dreamin' with you;
I'd like to stretch out in the shade of a tree,
An' fancy the white clouds were ships out at sea,
...
I like 'em, in the winter when their cheeks are slightly pale,
I like 'em in the spring time when the March winds blow a gale;
But when summer suns have tanned 'em and they're racing to and fro,
...