Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
It's 5 a.m. and here I am out standing in the rain.
It makes me shutter at the news of mister hurricane.
There's food to get and candles and those batteries, of course
And other little odds and ends to help survive the force.
The boat I'll fill with water lest it turn into a plane.
The hoses and the garbage cans, I must bring in - again.
Drinking water must be filled to help me stay alive,
Vienna sausages by the case will insure I survive.
Seymour's right there down the road. Pepper's right near, too
And I am sure that they are doing these same things I do.
It's a fact of life known to Floridians, one and all,
It's best to be prepared when Mother Nature comes to call.
Fred Hobbs is watching from upstate. Caroline's out there, too.
I wish them all the best and hope that they all make it through.
It seems that Mother Nature never likes to skip a chance
At showing little folks like us, our insignifigance.
So it's off to batten hatches, time to tie possessions down
And, when old Floyd has passed, we'll have to see what's still around.
It's just an inconvenience....just a small calamity
But I've survived Toerag and Suthern - how much worse can this one be?