Now it is summer and the blackbird sings
in the park
And the sky drops little glittering splashes
on the street department's varnished bench
And I am lying down
on the ground
Yes, now it is summer and the house sparrow twitters
on the branch
Me, I am peacefully mixing my methylated spirits with kir
And God knows best what the effect it will have
I might be able to stretch
my legs
Yes, now it is summer and the swan is grunting
in the bay
From flowers and leaves, the grass is soft
and nice to the one who from drunkenness is sick
And still it is far
to the clinic