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The season was summer,
And at the pond all the frogs;
Were practice'n their sing'n,
To flat-turtles on a log.

As dusk was a-settl'n,
All the crickets chimed in;
And lightnin' bugs winked,
At their new next-of-kin.

From away comes young laugh'n,
As two boys with cane-pole;
Carry'n a can of dug-worms,
Approach their favorite fish'n hole.

The late evenin' air,
Has finally turned cool;
As they bait-up their hook,
And ker-plop the still pool.

Way up on the back porch,
There's Grandma shell'n peas;
The men folk are a-talk'n,
And Ol'Blue's scratch'n fleas.

While inside the house,
By the light of a lamp;
Two cousins play checkers,
To determine who's champ.

There's Sis with a broom,
Pretend'n there's dirt;
And Ma with her needle,
Try'n to mend Papa's shirt.

Yes,... the season was summer,
A time set apart;
For the grow'n of families,
And enrich'n the heart.