June, July, August, and summer is over
In a short week or two we’ll be hailing October.
This month isn’t bad, but you oughta remember
That looking ahead is what ruins September.
The grapes are just about ready for picking
And the wine that they’d make would send Hercules kicking.
The pears and the peaches were never so yeller,
The apples are asking the way to our cellar.
September sunshine’s a wonderful tonic
But we’d like it to be just a little more chronic–
September’s swell, and you can’t get around it,
But winter’s so near that it spoils things,
confound it!
by Ray Romine Friday, September 13, 1935
