|Summertime and all is green and bright.|
When bees and fish and mice are dancing and singing all night.
|I'll smack at that chicken|
who calls himself Rickin.
I'll wave my stick
That will do the trick.
|With a good swing,|
I can do anything.
|I swing with a flair|
as it waves in the air.
|And down comes the bird|
with nary a word
|I watch it fall,|
spilling out candy for all.
|Back by the river stand the trees, tall and small,|
birds, large and small, sing out and call.
They sing their bird songs,
their very long bird songs.
|Oh, says that cat, who rides in the boat.|
I think that I will hop out for a float.
But no, says the dog, a cat does not like to swim.
Are you a barber? You could give my hair a trim.
|Back on land, the cat wandered off to look for some berries|
or grapes or cherries or some extra fine cherries.
He had fallen from the boat into the drink.
Causing his nose to become a strange shade of pink.
|At the end of the day,|
the cats go out to play.
they fall in a space
that is very
|Then the cats go to visit the mice|
They bring something nice.
A bit of cheese
a toy that the squeeze
to make a squeak
because that is mouse for speak.
|They plant a lovely flower|
to show off the mousy power
to show that the cat will be a friend
far beyond the end.