Summer sings loud round a table with friends. br Amid much welcoming, with well-earned fruitage, br Summer laboured, now laced with unending br Smiles.and wine-loosened tongues which reduces br Every familiar face to chuckling grins. br br Hot, priceless days mean memories made again. br The summer always starts here. My glass raised br In salute to hard-working hands, I begin br A shy speech, but am stemmed at my praises br For countless kind times enjoyed round this hearth br br So I quietly sit - - and let summer start.