Summertime comes round once a year
When the sunshine should appear
Filling everyone with happiness and cheer
When all the flowers start to bloom
Filling the air with their sweet perfume
The birds in the air come in their throngs
Filling the air with their cheerful birdsong
A time for holidays by the sea
And barbecues to eat for you and me
Maybe some bread and honey for our tea
Made from the nectar of the honeybees
Holidaymakers on days out having lots of fun
Plenty to do for everyone
With lots of sun bloc to protect them from the sun
By Susan Reeves
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