Michigan

Michigan, Pure Michigan
I Love you and I’ll say this again.
Your seasons they may scare some people away
The rest of us locals are determined to stay.

The smell of our Springtime with those random showers
Wash away snows and make room for the flowers.
The summer heat follows to fill out the trees
The crops will all grow in the warm summer breeze.

Your shorelines will surely call us to play
We love your bridge, and to cross it, we’ll pay.
As we head North the forests they thicken
The campfires burn, our relaxation kicks in.

We hunt, we fish, we run the trails
We race our boats and hoist our sails.
Mountains hidden...on the North shore
They hide the mines from decades before.

Waterfalls, wildlife, mushrooms galore
The fall colors bring tourists from downstate and more.
The pasties and brew pubs will create some chatter
The smoked salmon and whitefish are served by the platter.

The Sault Locks will bring ships from so many lands
To fill with the goods from our Pure Michigan.
The summers are shorter the more North you go
The shipwrecks ten thousand in our winds and snow.

From Sandals to Sorrels from swimsuits to down
We tolerate seasons and we frequently frown.
We bag spare clothes to travel, all seasons are in it
If you don’t like the weather you just wait for five minutes.

Michigan, Pure Michigan
I Love you and I’ll say this again.
Your seasons they may scare some people away
The true Michiganders are determined to stay.