A frog in my throat

I have a cold

And it’s fine, a sniffle

In my throat a tickle, bunged up

Stuffed right up come bed time

And it’s rubbish it’s June

A rainy June too

But it’s honestly fine

Because the way you make me catch my breath is nice

Really nice

And ease a sigh

All because you seem to carry the sun yourself

So the worst of this cold in June

Is probably that

Is definitely that I have to wait for now

Maybe a day or two

So, years,

But God, no more than a day or two

And kiss you in July