That month of May 🌞

And amidst the lazy hazy crazy cornfield, little lambs skipped in play

Whilst sneezes in yon gentle breezes, with the smelliness of yellow hay

Wiled away our long hot balmy afternoons, as I reminisce that month of May

And we wandered willy nilly to that rolling rapid river

Where flippy slippy silver fishies, swam within a quiver shiver

Isn’t Mother Nature incredible, with all the bestows she will deliver