Siting under the great oak tree No one else but me As I breathe in The Summer air Other kids play at the fair I cuddle up with a good book Sitting in my favorite nook The little dove flying in the air Filled with lots love and care I feel a little chilly breeze Lots of kids are full of ease For the thing I love The most While trying not to boast

Lots of things are old and new Scattered in a cloud of blue Yet no cloud in the sky
All in a golden afternoon, Under the skies of Cloudless blue