Juney, what's wrong little girl, you do not look quite yourself today?
I looked at the calendar on the refrigerator.
I looked at our laptop on the table.
OH NO! IT CANNOT BE ...
I am depressed, I am forlorn.
I am utterly inconsolable.
June in June, June does June,
it is going, going, about to be gone ~
Would you feel better if I gave you a few treats?