A Boy's Summer Song

 A BOY'S SUMMER SONG

   'Tis fine to play
   In the fragrant hay,
And romp on the golden load;
   To ride old Jack
   To the barn and back,
Or tramp by a shady road.
   To pause and drink,
   At a mossy brink;
Ah, that is the best of joy,
   And so I say
   On a summer's day,
What's so fine as being a boy?
   Ha, Ha!

   With line and hook
   By a babbling brook,
The fisherman's sport we ply;
   And list the song
   Of the feathered throng
That flit in the branches nigh.
   At last we strip
   For a quiet dip;
Ah, that is the best of joy.
   For this I say
   On a summer's day,
What's so fine as being a boy?
   Ha, Ha!

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.