Merry, it is while the summer lasts I feel the sun beating down Through the clear bright blue sky Taking off my T-Shirt to catch the sun Each hot day while the heatwave blasts A large golden sun without a cloud in sight This heatwave sun is now too bright and hot For man or beast I take cover underneath a large oak tree Unlike the worker bee that dances Directions to meadows of flowering food Day after day, dawn until dusk The roosting birds sing their song While taking refuge from the heat In the woodland canopy For this heatwave is too much For me and thee
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