Courbet, Girl in a Hammock, 1844
NOW THAT the SUMMER's HERE
In slow motion, I'm reborn
I need a week to mow the lawn
I eat dinner with my flip-flops on
Now that the summer's here
With my chores, I only flirt
Hung in my hammock reading Kurt
Struggling to remain inert
Now that the summer's here
Now that the summer is here
I laze all day, my work can wait
And I behave like a firefly
And oscillate with my mate
I can spare some wherewithal
Listening to Ahmad Jamal
"Poinciana" says it all
Now that the summer's here
One thing is crystal clear
I won't be going anywhere
Except my Adirondack chair
Now that the summer's here
Michael Franks
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