. The trees spread out their leafy boughs, the meadows bloom with flowers;
The air is cooled, the dust is laid by calm, refreshing showers;
The sun is up at early morn __ his eyes he scarcely closes,
For sunny June is with us now, fair June, the month of roses.
The yellow rose blooms, .the white, pink, red in prairie, field and garden,
And for the number and variety seem to ask your pardon;
Their rich perfume so fills the air, the world seems naught but roses;
A rosy crown they've made for June, and crowned her
Queen of Roses.