July is the season of the unknown.

Uff, that hotness,

Eww, that confinement,

Everything is doing chip chip,

awo, those rashes.

These are the color of nature,

Sometimes cold, sometimes hot,

Sometimes moderate, sometimes short,

These are the features of nature.

It's a time of July baby,

Don’t think about outside baby,

Otherwise, it will make you fry baby,

Worst kind of weather you cannot enjoy baby.

Everything looks so hot,

No one can take brath,

Sweaty sweaty these bodies,

Therefore you cannot touch it.

Spicy spicy those lips,

Like salt in lemonade,

Moods are swings,

Like hangover in Florida.

the nights becomes cool,

and the becomes hot,

sun make everyone fool,

its a July baby chill and cool.