Hot days, dreary days,
now begins the summer;
long days. hazy days,
often times a ******.
Seeking shade, seeking water,
relishing the morning breeze;
cool showers, ice cream treats,
things that satisfy and please.
Beaches in a desert land,
dry and bare and sandy;
frosty mugs of cold root beer,
often come in handy.
Mirages come and disappear,
they shimmer with false hope;
to escape the heat, the game,
at the movies, we can cope.
Hot days, dreary days,
and now we pray for rain;
I'm not looking toward next year,
when we'll do it all again.