Summer Begins at Midsummer
When the cuckoo changes his tune, it’s June,
The month with the longest afternoon,
When the golden hour will last an hour,
And the floral clocks are forever in flower –
It’s hardly worth the daisies to close
When a good night’s sleep is barely a doze,
And the nightingales must rush their glee
Till the sparrows peep at the crack of three.
Rhyming Couplets 
Have to say I wasn’t expecting to find “fart” in the final line, but you’ve created a great picture of that long stretchy day and tiny squidged-up night in this poem. Thanks for sharing!
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It’s a reference to “getting ip at sparrow-fart”, which apparently was first recorded in Yorkshire in 1828 (the saying, not the farting).
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