Its time for a line

with sugar and lime

With sun in my eyes

Lo! its summertime

 

Of cheery toasts

and wondrous woes

With stars in sight

across the night

 

A pleasant sign

of a cheery time

Is a want of rhyme

dozen a dime

 

Of sticks and stones

that break no bones

Its a rhythm divine

for the fiery clime

 

A deep gold mine

with tumbling signs

And withering sights

across white nights

 

The joys of life

come from thine

A borough of jive

in mirth sublime

 

With reasons alive

in buttery trine

To jest in time

and rest other hive

 

To bubbly delight

and shimmering light

There’s always a time

for a merry line

 

With glittering shine

from hues so fine

A fine twist in time

at tiding twenty-nine!