Under the mask of dusk, with fireflies lighting our space,
We pass the bottle and tell tall tales.
The heat of the booze leaves us feeling strange,
Happy, lethargic, and energetic all at one time.
Sparrows zip and zoom along the treeline,
Calling for the others to play along:

Summer! Summer! Summer!

We have too much time on our hands,
Too much energy in our youth.
We are looking for love, we are looking for a fight.
We are fortified by the drink and tales of bravado,
Which we all know are untrue but we want to be those people.
So we lazily seek excitement; we are sloppy in our longing.
We stumble and slur and sputter,
We howl at the moon and call to the stars:

Summer! Summer! Summer!

We steal candy bars from the corner store to prove how dangerous we are.
We catch fireflies in our cupped hands and then let them zoom away back into the night.
We walk through the neighborhood, passing the cottages and Cape Cods,
Talking of the big adventures that await us in the fall,
When we all have to go our separate ways again.
But for now we call:

Summer! Summer! Summer!