Summer Child

Oh sweet itty-bitty Polly,

Reveling in callow folly;

Humming tunes of utter cheer,

To a sky so brilliant and clear.

With her technicoloured lolly

And a puerile chortle full of jolly,

She basks in balmy August heat;

So adorable and wholly sweet.

Her cheeks are red as holly,

And her linen dress is collied;

She is the summer's rowdy child,

Coruscating free and wild.