I went for a walk on a summer’s eve
with my lady on my arm.
With a summer dress and parasol,
she also wore her lucky charm.
We wound our way past a charming well
so a penny was wished upon as I dropped.
Well, lo and behold, right before our eyes
a horse and carriage; the walking stopped.
We ate a lunch on a river’s bank,
a turtle nearly crushed by my step.
Thank you, kind sir, now I’ll grant you a wish,
and back at the picnic, our cool, mint julep.
We finished our day in a field of clover,
and I wished on a shooting star as it passed.
I was so grateful to be given this day,
I only asked for things to make it special and last.