I spied her in my garden;
Clasped tightly in each hand,
She held a monstrous posy;
Her dimpled cheeks were rosy;
She smiled and begged my pardon
When near her I did stand.
"I've come to pay a visit,"
She said - the pretty dear!-
"For thirty long days, sir;
And aren't you glad I'm here?"
"Now, what may be your name, please?"
I gently did demand:
"And whose are all these flowers?"
She said "Why, they are ours!"
"I'm June. Last night I came please,
Straight from the Summer Land."
"Blessed by the Lord God of Israel,
For He has visited us and accomplished redemption for His people"