It's a Quarter of Eight
It's a quarter of eight and dark outside.
Summer has gone on her downhill slide.
I'm up before the sun has made herself known
And in a few short hours she seems to have flown.
I miss summer already, though she's barely gone.
Not looking forward to winter where nights are so long.
I'm already counting the days until spring.
Just getting through another winter, now there's the thing.
I don't like the cold, I don't like the dark.
Fall is so fleeting, it's barely a lark.
I can't wait for March when pussywillows arrive.
Yes, I'm counting the days 'til the earth comes alive.
It's a quarter of eight and dark outside
And the summer sun has gone off to hide
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