Passed the quarter mark, the perks of youth are leaving
Still so long to go, but no matter how it started then
Make hay under cancer sun
Got a gust of wind, pushed amongst geranium
So here's your second chance
Grab it by the horns or by its crane billed
Its crane billed pods
So at the start of June
Come take a rest in silent green
Filling up on light
Waiting for the summer solstice
A new bloom under cancer sun