June is fireflies.
June is chirping crickets.
June is rocking slowly on the front porch.
June is watching dusk transform to evening to pitch black night.
June is magic.
June is fireflies.
June is chirping crickets.
June is rocking slowly on the front porch.
June is watching dusk transform to evening to pitch black night.
June is magic.
June is bustin’ out all over!
Ha!! I’d never seen that dance number before, Ken!