July

The poppy glows in the garden bed, For it is July. The poppy’s drooping her drowsy head, For it is July. Blue sky, flags high, Hot July.

The poppy’s the only one to sleep, For it is July. The world is too noisy for slumber deep, For it is July. Blue sky, flags high, Gay July.

Dolladine’s wearing a Liberty cap, For it is July. She’ll march when she hears the drummer’s tap, For it is July. Blue sky, flags high, Our July.