What Makes Me Happy

The sun has gone for his holidays We don’t know when he’ll be back. He gone to Australia for a rest But we can’t wait for him to come back. We miss him when he is away He never sends a postcard. I suppose he might find writing it A teensy weensy bit hard. He is baking the Australians And the Indians too. I know that cos I just spoke to one He was very polite to me too. He told me it is 35 degrees And he is getting a bit hot I told him to send it back to us Because we definitely are not. He laughed as he gave me the codes To fix my remote control He wished me all I wished myself I thanked him, and said that was my goal. Now as we get nearer to the solstice The sun I have to tell You will be making your way back soon And on that I am going to dwell. It makes me happy to know, You will have to start your return I can’t wait for the solstice on the 22nd to pass For this I am longing and I yearn.