NEXT SUMMER.
Reading edition
BY LAURA LEDYARD.
Beautiful things there are coming this way Nearer and nearer, dear, every day— Yes, closer and closer, my baby. Mischievous showers and faint little smells Of far-away flowers in far-away dells Are coming in April, my baby. Sly little blossoms that clamber along Close to the ground till they grow big and strong Are coming in May, little baby. Roses and bees and a big yellow moon Coming together in beautiful June, In lovely midsummer, my baby. Pretty red cherries, and bright little flies, Twinkling and turning the fields into skies, Will come in July, little baby. Feathery clouds and long, still afternoons, Scarce a leaf stirring, and birdies' soft croons, Are coming in August, my baby. Glimpses of blue through the poppies and wheat, And one little birthday on fast-flying feet, Will come in September, my baby.