How's this?
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!
Mmmm...green and cool...
Only thing is, 'round here the woods are green and cool...but also filled with many small biting insects. I hates skeeters.
OH! That is good! :-)
That is really sweet. I'd be really impressed if Steve said something like that to me.
The most Steve will likely say to me is "Where'd you put the mayo?"