Shorts, tank top, bare feet in the grass
Summer’s no longer out of grasp
Hot, and muggy, fans turned on
A too short summer with dried out lawn
Summers here
I hope it lasts
With memories of the ships
A man at the mast

Walking through
The slow, slow days
Nightfall comes
As if on cue
And my is sunset
Quite a view

Shorts, tank tops, bare feet in the sand
This is a no pants land
And as the music softly plays
All my troubles
Are out- weighed
Summers here
It’s gonna last
I don’t need the weather told
By some old newscast

Summer’s come like quick dear
But always go with out fear
What’s to come
I know the equation:
Fun+ Heat+ And happiness
Here’s the sum:

Summer’s here
It’s gonna pass
Like dripping sand
From my hourglass
But it’s gonna be here
For my forever
And year after year

Shorts, tank tops, bare feet in the water
The days just keep getting hotter
The reason it’s not meant to last
Is that it’s presence will outlast
Shorts, tank tops, bare feet in the grass

A/N: I know it's not summer now, but it was written during summer, so yeah. Please Review:-D