The heat, the heat, it has a beat

They cannot Facebook

Text or tweet.

They're so dang hot

They need a nap

They just can't stand

This humid (expletive).

But now for an alternative view ...

The heat is back

Like every year

And every year

We quake in fear.

As if the heat

Will make us die

When, really, folks,

It's just July.

July, when days

Are long with light

And evenings melt

To gentle night.

July, when summer's

Sticky sweet —

And we forget

We'll miss this heat.

mschmich@tribune.com

CHICAGO

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