I’m dreaming of warm sandy beaches.
I’m dreaming of days by the pool.
I’m dreaming of fun in the afternoon sun,
and week after week of no school.

I’m thinking of swim suits and sprinklers,
imagining lemonade stands.
I’m lost in a daydream of squirt guns and ice cream
and plenty of time on my hands.

I’m picturing baseball and hot dogs,
Envisioning games at the park,
and how it stays light until late every night,
and seems like it never gets dark.

I long to ride skateboards and scooters.
I want to wear t-shirts and shorts.
I’d go for a hike, or I’d ride on my bike,
or play lots of summertime sports.

My revery turns to a yearning
to draw on the driveway with chalk.
It’s really a bummer to daydream of summer
while shoveling snow from the walk.