I guess we don't need to parody this...

All in this pleasant evening, together come are we,
For the summer springs so fresh, green, and gay.
We'll tell you of a blossom and buds on every tree,
Drawing near to the merry month of May.

Rise up, the master of this house. Put on your chain of gold,
For the summer springs so fresh, green, and gay.
We hope you're not offended, with your house we make so bold,
Drawing near to the merry month of May.

Rise up, the mistress of this house, with gold along your breast,
For the summer springs so fresh, green, and gay.
And if your body be asleep, we hope your soul's at rest,
Drawing near to the merry month of May.

Rise up, the children of this house, all in your rich attire,
For the summer springs so fresh, green, and gay.
For every hair upon your head shines like the silver wire,
Drawing near to the merry month of May.

God bless this house and arbor, your riches and your store,
For the summer springs so fresh, green, and gay.
We hope the Lord will prosper you, both now and evermore,
Drawing near to the merry month of May.

Until we get to -

So now, we're going to leave you, in peace and plenty here,
For the summer springs so fresh, green, and gay.
We shall not sing you May again until another year,
For to draw you these cold winters away.

In peace and plenty here??? Surely not :-)