Why are we talking of summer

We said it would not come

Then you mentioned it again

Are you a mime, a mime in a city square?

Are the coins the coin-throwers throw

The coins you find in the mouths of fish

Or is it just an enjoyable show

That takes up dead air?

I suppose I pledge allegiance

To the “you are here” and now

And don’t appreciate wasted time

Of tick-tocking repetition and stares

If the yodeler sang so loud and long

Then why do you pack your bags

And call for prayers that will be done?

It’s fine. It’s fine. You’re quite a pair.

But why are we talking about summer