An analogy of spring and romance.
Summer’s here already–spring ended all too soon.
What in the world became of April, May and June?
I had to sit myself down and think for just a minute
And consider my dusty mind and just what was in it.
Then my memory drifted back to when I was a lad,
When life was good and time stood still for just a tad.
Back when I was frisky–howling at the moon
I used to date three girls named April, May and June.
It won’t be long till autumn comes and leaves will fall.
Winter’s right behind but spring I’ll still recall.
Take it either way you want to, I still sing this tune–
I wonder whatever happened to April, May and June.
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