June

Dollie and I in the sweet June weather, A rose of June in her hair. Dollie and I in the swing together; Oh, the rush of the swing in the air!

Strawberries ripening down in the meadow, A strawberry is her mouth. Buttercups swaying in sun and shadow; Oh, soft is the wind of the south!

If but June weather might last forever, Warm as the heart of my dear, And birds and blossoms, in sweet endeavor, Might grow side by side for a year!