JUNE

It is the merry month of June,

The cuckoo sings her song of cheer,

The swallows here, and birds in tune

They all do sing with voices clear.

The blackbird sings upon the thorn,

The swallows build beneath the eaves;

The farmer rises in the morn,

Soon he will cut his golden sheaves.

Jack Johnston Age 14

Tullygrawley School