Sing April so embry-o from Cal. to Calais, Maine. For the little bow tie awry-o. And the Queen of the can't complain. Sing popular, sing classic. Sing tenor, boy, or Bassic or maybe better not.
Summer is ended.
It is done. It is gone. It is ended. No more at morning will you stir the fawn, Or see the black birds, black on the lawn. No more at morning will you hear the crying geese of the dawn.