Hey summer, when you've done your job and are packing up to go,
And are moving everything with stealth to the half a world below.
Your staging and its scenery, which make the show and what you are,
How do you ensure they land there safe, having taken them all so far?

Then do you take our leaves and paste on somewhere else's trees,
And also careful there release our butterflies, birds and bees?
But really, do you have to take our healthful hot bright sun,
To leave us with a dimmer, cooler, less appearing one?