In the Scorching Summer
(think the tune: In the Bleak Midwinter) In the scorching summer, no one wants to work Arizona's way too hot, we've all gone berserk Temperatures are one fifteen, sometimes even more Keep the kids from fighting, that's the hardest chore. There's still a month of break left, whatever will I do? Camp, vacation and karate, those are already through I have no more suggestions, I just want the kids in school It won't be long before now one gets chucked in the pool. I really do love my children, but summers are the worst It's not as though the harvest demands, their hard-earning thirst Every year it's the same old pattern, kids forget all they learned Please tell me how this is ok, is no one else concerned? Stay tuned (pun intended) for my response to the parental summer dilemma! Thank you for reading (well, hopefully singing!) :)