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The winter’s dead and spring is here
For some the greatest time of year
The sun is high, the clouds drift by
Flowers thrive and young birds fly
Then one day it all begins
A fury fit to challenge winds
The clippers hiss, the engines roar
Forget the peace, bring out the mower!

Now the hammers bang and chime
Electric drills compete in time
A chainsaw screams, ‘I am the king
While lesser tools just cower and ring
Hedges chopped and trees hacked down
What ’er the job, it shakes the ground
Then joy, the kids next door are out
With noisy gizmos, aid the rout

Soon the heat begins to peak
There're barbecues and meals that reek
The trampolines and swimming pools
Increase the noise beyond the tools
Old cars choke, their owners swear
Dogs just howl and sirens blare
Strange that no one ever dares
To stand their ground and yell, ‘I care!’

Alas, the mayhem runs unchecked
There are no folks who will object
For God's sake, can’t you hear the mess?
Or realize it’s you who are the pests?
What will it take to quell your fun?
A dick head with a gun?
I know you think me some old loon
In fact I am the month of June.

life’s like that...

You may like the spring and summer months, but there’s a price to pay once everyone ventures outside.