I could dream of lovely sundresses all day,
Especially sundresses in the sweet month of May.
What a beautiful sight on a beautiful sight,
Daughters, sisters, and mothers making the world alight.
I sometimes curse the winter for packing them up,
When the dresses are gone, I’m a sad pup.
But then spring comes again, and the marvels are back,
Those flowery and vibrant wonders make my heart crack!