When Summer Comes
When summer comes I go 4-wheeling in the mud,
So excited to get covered in crud.
Sitting around a big bonfire,
Sharing stories until we tire.
Fishing till' dark,
You can hear the annoying lark.
There's just enough sun,
To have some fun.
And when there's long, long nights,
Everything is all right.
By: C. Thomas
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