'Tis fine to play <br />In the fragrant hay, <br />And romp on the golden load; <br />To ride old Jack <br />To the barn and back, <br />Or tramp by a shady road. <br />To pause and drink, <br />At a mossy brink; <br />Ah, that is the best of joy, <br />And so I say <br />On a summer's day, <br />What's so fine as being a boy? Ha, Ha! <br />With line and hook <br />By a babbling brook, <br />The fisherman's sport we ply; <br />And list the song <br />Of the feathered throng <br />That flit in the branches nigh. <br />At last we strip <br />For a quiet dip; <br />Ah, that is the best of joy. <br />For this I say <br />On a summer's day, <br />What's so fine as being a boy? Ha, Ha!<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-boy-s-summer-song/
