I had a glass of lemonade

One lovely summer day.

The ice in it clinked as I walked,

Though soon 'twould melt away.

Ah, happiness! oh joy divine,

The cool, sour treat;

And then I tripped upon a rock - 

My drink poured down the street.

Now when I'm drinking lemonade,

Come heat or pouring rain,

I keep a lid upon my glass

So it's not spilt again.

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For renaeloveswriting's Poetry Contests - Contest 3 (Happiness)