Summertime Song

Summertime  ,     
and  the girls  are  parading ;
brown  thighs flashing
neath their  tiny  white  shorts.

Their   halter  tops  
leave their  bosoms  half  showing ;
so take long deep breaths , men ;  
please  don't  sigh.   

Some day just maybe,
your stares long held will  reward  you;
A halter  might  snap,
leave a glory  revealed.  

But  till  that  moment
you'll  just  have to  keep  hoping  
that your wife is  not  standing nearby.  

Summertime:   
let's sing halleluia,
gaze  our  fill  on
all  the beauteous  sights;

Memory  lasts
through the dreary  long  winter,  
so just let it  warm  you:
flame --  stay high.