Summertime, and the living is easy.
–Ira Gershwin, “Summertime”
I hear laughter by the swimming hole.
Kids out fishing, with the willow pole.
Boats come drifting ’round the bend.
Why must summer ever end?
–Iola Brubeck, “Summer Song”
(With apologies to Rifftides readers in the Southern Hemisphere)