September's song cool as good champagne

Come September summer comes to a boil

Dog days of August please bring black rain

Here in this shop the smell of sweat and oil

I hear the blades of grass being mowed

Droning last sounds of the lawn mowers

The scents of grass summer last blowed

Our grinding of the machines in here

The Boring mills, Bridgeports and CNCs

The last rose of summer is very well near

Its sun shines through mist all she sees

Inside outside she sings...