Florida is Home
From the migration of the Bald Eagle
to the retiree in his Buick Regal,
They both take flight
to see Florida's winter sight.
A white Christmas isn't hard to reach,
All you need is the nearest beach.
No matter how far I roam,
Florida will always be home.
Spring begins in a burst of flowers
And of course the afternoon showers.
My favorite time is when,
the tourists start to leave again.
They say they can't stand the heat.
I say summer in Florida can't be beat.
Dry skin in summer for me is rare,
because of the humidity that's in the air.
It doesn't matter if it's hot,
you can always find a shady spot.
to the retiree in his Buick Regal,
They both take flight
to see Florida's winter sight.
A white Christmas isn't hard to reach,
All you need is the nearest beach.
No matter how far I roam,
Florida will always be home.
Spring begins in a burst of flowers
And of course the afternoon showers.
My favorite time is when,
the tourists start to leave again.
They say they can't stand the heat.
I say summer in Florida can't be beat.
Dry skin in summer for me is rare,
because of the humidity that's in the air.
It doesn't matter if it's hot,
you can always find a shady spot.
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