I searched in Frost and Sandberg for an ode to Summer,

Scarce as hen’s teeth for the season of firefly and hummer.

Many a lyric to Winter, Spring and Autumn

For Summer nary a single encomium.

Especially this year summer is owed a ballad,

Winter hung around, an overstaying guest

Doing its best to ruin our dandelion salad,

Then on May Day Summer came with vengeance,

Benching Spring without a moments hesitance.

Frost and Sandberg do you see

Your failure to pen a poem on the season of the bee?

You left it up to me.

Sorry you two should be.