Summer by Ram Arora

Now that summer has come.

We always want to hum.

We always come outside for the day.

Or come inside to play.

We have so much to do.

And we always hear birds coo.

Now it is getting dark.

As we all gather bark.

So we say our goodbyes.

And “see you next time”.

And as we go to bed

I always bump my head.