June is the grandest month of all,
And I know you'll agree with me.
It's filled to the brim with happiness,
As you can plainly see.
There's a blushing bride and a bashful groom,
In a thousand towns I'll bet,
And gangs of lovers agree to agree,
On this month without regret!
Ideas are born and fully matured,
When the calendar shouts, "It's June"
Believe it or not, it isn't the month,
Could it possibly be the moon?