Summer Days

Remember the good ol’ summer days
You had a friend called Raggedy Ann
Who played with you on the fourth of July,
And smiled at a sparkler
Between the fingers of your hand.

Remember the good ol’ summer days,
You watched friend Robin in the sky,
And wished that you and Ann could fly.
And wished for wings on that fourth of July,
and wished for wings on that fourth of July.

Remember the good ol’ summer days;
Left behind is your Raggedy Ann
To guard a Robin’s nest of childish ways
and sparklers no longer held
between the fingers of your hand.