Now that school’s almost over
Hampton Beach is opening up
I’m looking for four-leaf clovers
Wishing for iced tea in my cup
Cramming for my finals,
It’s all downhill from here
Bare feet on the kitchen vinyl
Hoping summer will appear
Suddenly the birds sing
While trees dance in the zephyrs
I see butterflies open their wings
And realize it’ll all get better
So pack up your sweaters and pull out your sandals
Summer is coming, and finals we can handle.
