Summer in the South
Summer in the South is special
Not just because we are out of school,
It’s the times playing outside til late
And just generally acting the fool.
A time for putting nickels along the rails
And letting the train mash them flat,
A time to ride bareback in the meadow
With our cowboy guns and our hat.
It’s when we sneak off to the creek
A time for rope swings and skinny dipping,
Catching crickets and digging for worms
Eating hot dogs, and lemonade sipping.
Family reunions, vacations and watermelons
Visiting cousins, aunts & uncles and friends,
Cram as many things as possible in everyday
And pray that summer never ends.
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