So This is Summer.

Soon we'll be beside the sea,
All the kids with you and me,
Losing skin but gaining pep,
None to grizzle “Watch your step.”
Ice cream cones and lemonade,
Excavating with a spade,
Throwing sand in father's eyes,
Bitten by ferocious flies.
Stewing sweetly in the sun,
Eating sand combined with bun,
Homeward bound with peeling beaks,
Sandy-blight and burning cheeks,
Children shouting, “Weren't it stunner!”
Bet your sun-burnt life, It's Summer!

For soon the world will find a place in the sum and the steel road will hum to the tune of whirring wheels; the daily task will be left in the care of Mr. Chubb, and Enzed will break out in a rash of rejuvenation contracted through Rambling by Rail.