Summer sun beams down on us,

He’s pleased to be back again.

Our sun bathing doesn’t stop yet,

He won’t go ‘till hours away.

Lollipops and ice creams,

Cold sweetness on your tongue.

Water sports are all the rage,

With water fights in every garden.

But where is the summer sun?

Why no water fights here?

I’ve waited a year for this weather,

So why won’t the sun come near?