‘Twas the Night that is Junebug
‘Twas the night that is Junebug, when all over town
Every creature was stirring, and headed on down;
The artworks were hung by the store windows with care,
In hopes that a shiny new ribbon soon would be there;
The children were stomping the water nestled on the streets;
While visions of face paintings danced in their faces;
And mamma in her dancing shoes, and I in my raincoat,
Had just settled by Hillside for a long salsa night,
When out near the station there arose much a toasting,
I sprang and took a peek all them joyously drinking.
Away to the cafe I flew like a flash,
Tore open to enter and pay for my sash.
I look up above on a bright moonlit night,
Gave a parting of clouds and rain had begone,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a streetful of people merrily prancing,
With a little eye rubbing, my joy I affirmed,
This Junebug Art night will surely confirm.