Summertime And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high Oh, your daddy's rich And your ma is good-lookin' So hush, little baby Don't you cry
from In Summer
Oh, summer has clothed the earth
In a cloak from the loom of the sun!
And a mantle, too, of the skies' soft blue,
And a belt where the rivers run.
And now for the kiss of the wind,
And the touch of the air's soft hands,
With the rest from strife and the heat of life,
With the freedom of lakes and lands…
So, long as the streams run down,
And as long as the robins trill,
Let us taunt old Care with a merry air,
And sing in the face of ill.
-Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
CPW
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