Springtime in Florida


Noses are a-blowing
Red eyes are showing.
There seems to be no end
To what nature will send.
So much I have to do
But then: Achoo! Achoo!
Off` to the pharmacy
For the latest magic pill.
Will it cure what ails me,
Or simply make me ill?.
Be strong, keep working, it is said,
Well, I just want to lay down instead.
Springtime miseries are the fate
Of living life in the Sun Shine State.

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