LEMONADE STAND (Monday Poem)

by Myra Cohn Livingston

 

 

Every summer under the shade 

we fix up a stand to sell lemonade. 

A stack of cups, a pitcher of ice, 

a shirtboard sign to tell the price. 

 

A dime for the big, 

A nickel for small. 

The nickel cup's short. 

The dime cup's tall. 

 

Plenty of sugar to make it sweet, 

and sometimes cookies for us to eat. 

But when the sun moves into the shade 

it gets too hot to sell lemonade. 

 

 Nobody stops 

so we put things away 

and drink what's left 

and start to play.