Summer
We love to see the sun come out,
It makes us smile to go round-a-bout.
To go and play out in the sun,
We're full of joy and fun, fun, fun.
Singing birds up in the trees,
Beautiful flowers blow in the breeze.
Green, green grass to roll about,
Oh, to laugh and scream and shout.
We hope that summer never ends,
So we can play with our friends.
March 2018
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