Childhood Summers

Bewitched by Marsha Brady And three's company too Every weekday morning My eyes were glued Pop tarts, burnt and buttered Cotton p.j. Dress I can't speak for the others But this was my summer bliss The sprinkler on the drive Back and forth, I ran Happy to be alive Didn't have to have a plan The woods outside my window Went on, it seemed, for miles They led me to a meadow The memories make me smile