Florida is the sunshine state.
When Fall comes around, we can hardly wait
To walk the beaches and bathe in its rays.
It tans and warms for days and days.
Now in every life a times comes round
That the sun doesn’t shine. You should see the frowns!
They walk around with a pout and a glare;
If you mention the good days, they only stare.
They pile on the coats and cover their knees,
Forgetting that back home it’s ten degrees,
With snow piled up and a frosty breeze.
So smile Mr. Sun in the sunshine state,
And bring out grins, banish the hate.
The skin must be tanned by early Spring,
To take up back home to the land of lakes,
Where the sun will shine when it darn well pleases,
And happy we are if we escape the freezes.