The Good Old Summertime

As the song goes, “There’s a time in each year that we always hold dear, good old summer time; with the birds and the trees-es, and sweet scented breezes, good old summer time, when your day’s work is over Then you are in clover, and life is one beautiful rhyme, no trouble annoying, each one is enjoying, the good old summer time. In the good old summer time.” But this song can be debatable…