Say It Ain't So

The start of September
We've rounded the bend
The sad end to summer
Is upon us again

How great it would be
To have summer all year round
Would we still appreciate
The joys and the sounds

Don't even like it when
Mr. Sun plays possum
Need him each day
Makes each day awesome

Have always been told
Take the good with the bad
Prefer lots of good stuff
Bad makes me sad

The world does it's thing
Four times a year
So it ain't gonna change
In spite of my tears!