There's a languorous strain of violins, a concert in the park,
In the honeyed warmth of a green day, as bluebirds sing above.
Irregular perfect blooms all round, mellow sun is pouring down,
Music's in the air like a fragrance, as clouds drift softly by,
Like the beautiful and wandering path, of the purple butterfly!
The lustrous sunshine violins, fill the lovely noon with sound,
The musicians' hearts in every note, in the stillness of delight!
A distant laughter can be heard, under sparkling cerulean skies,
As another fervent and breezy day, awaits huge jeweled fireflies!