I may have been born in the summer
But that season means nothing to me
For me, it's the heat that's a bummer
I'd rather sit under a tree
The shade keeps me cool and it's cosy
I don't like to sit in the sun
For me, summer's not all that rosey
And I hate it when it has begun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem