Summertime

SUMMERTIME

I

Babies are running all around

In the fields,

Getting a waxful of honey.

The honey was made of blue flowers,

But the babies had pink in their wings.

u

Rosebushes on a happy day,

Rosebushes on a happy day,

Are you all calling your roses,

On a happy day?

Ill

Oh, the apple-blossoms will be apples, some day,

And cherries will be ripe first of March or first of May.

IV

Gay as the flowers,

Nice as the night,

I for one

Am in delight.

Vv

Clover tops are coming.

Cows will soon arise.

The sun comes up

And the stars go by.

Green grasses are growing,

Your trees are blooming with apples:

And flowers grow right near the water

To get a drink today.

VI

The violin makes brown music,

Brown like bees and honey,

Gold like the sun.

Oh, my violin!

VII

The daisies are shining in the sun.

March till you come to the creek-

The creek will show you the way to the moon.

March, march, march!

The little creek runs by all day

Singing, "River, river !"-

And never stops to play.

It just keeps going night and day.

March!

VIII

O cherry tree,

Why don't you give me some cherries?

I love to see you bow them down

On the grass.

Cherries, red in your cheeks,

Did you come out of the white blossoms?

Ix

I saw the clovers flow through the field

Like a spread of cloud,

A wing of pink cloud.

Clovers, are you playing sunset?

X

I think of you, Mr. Mapletree,

And I know you have loads of pleasure,

For you stand so sweet.

Now this is my farewell song.

Elsa Conkling (five years old)