Summer she’s had her time, allot:
A drubbing in the rain
A tinkling in the chimney-pot
Drumming; on the windowpane.
Summer she’s all but faded and gone
Signing; off with her billowy frocks,
Like some little, angry, Eva Perón
When; Juan was put into the stocks.
Summer she’s
In need of a very large dowry,
For in this regal England
Her treasury is quite empty.
