An attempt with Mary Had a Little Lamb on a different note. Before reading the following, hum the rhyme…
June is when He was born that month, born that day, born that way.
June was when he passed away,went astray, fade away.
June was when things changes from May, things to say, forever that way.
June was when He’ll stay, said He’ll stay, never this way.
June was when I had nothing left to say,
when moments felt like gold.