When the sun is shining high,
And lacy little cloudlets drift
Like cotton in the sky.
Easy hours pass on tiptoe
As a soft and mellow breeze
Shows the silvery side of summer
Under leaves of lilac trees,
With coffee and book, I go to my chair
Reading as the hours go by
Listening to the chirp of sparrows
And a robin's lullaby.
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