First pops up a picture,
Of swimming cool creeks,
With both of my sisters,
It's crawdads we seek.

Next comes a vision,
Of riding the flat bed truck,
With bare legs and feet hanging,
Flowers we seek of which to pluck.

The last vision of all,
Is of a grassy hill side,
With the warm summer's breeze,
Blowing me over the fluffy blue sky.