The butterflies begin to flit and fly. / The dandelions pop up, little poles / of green and yellow, fluffy, light and spry. / The sun begins to burn like blazing coal. / Sienna, jade, a darkened shadow cast / by looming sentinels in shades of green. / A blanket, blue and hardly overcast, / will shift and sway amid the breathless breeze. / The sun has set, and stars now light the sky. / But wait! Those stars are green and blue and red! / As fireworks begin to leap and fly, / we 'ooh' and 'aah' without a though of bed. / The world is happy, hot but doing fine, / as we breathe deep the breeze of Summertime.