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What can be more fun on a summer day,
When the neighbor down the road comes over to play?
No more school books, no more learnin',
Summer is here, for which we've been yearnin'.
Up in the hay mow, nearly empty of hay,
And harvest more than a month away
Was one of the places where we had fun,
Shootin' pesky sparrows with a B.B. gun.
The lazy creek, about a mile away,
Was always a good place to go on a hot summer day,
Whether we fished  or swam a bit,
When looking for a perfect day, this was it.
As ideal a day as one could find
Was spoiled by something else on our mind. 
If perchance you have no clue,
It was when Papa said, "you've got work to do."
The playmate had no such responsibility,
And seemed to be  in total tranquility.
But stayed to help do his friend's  job,
Who was busy helping big brother, Bob.
So that was the way of one summer day
When a neighbor down the road came over to play.
Days were mixed with work and play,
And this was only the month of May.


roland coggins