'though it's late arriving to New England, summer's here.
I just played a round of golf - my first time out this year.*
Now I'm heading to the beach for G&Ts, with lime.
I might have a lobster roll... The taste of summer-time.
Other states might think that it's been summer for a while.
Although they're aware that winters here can be a trial,
That our springs are not the time for turning off the heater,
They don't know that those things make our summers that much sweeter.
*Please don't ask about the game of golf that I just played...
I don't want to talk about the bogies that I made.