Hasta la Vista, Babies!

It looks like summer’s finally here
Now that winter months draw near
June July and August fun
And then the summer will be done.
But I don’t care, at least today
Because tonight I’m on my way
Away from fickle Montreal
With no regrets, not one at all
To sand and sea and beachfront bar
Just puffing on a fine cigar.
At last tonight, and none too soon
I’ll gaze upon a Cuban moon.