When my dad was in Florida
he'd call every day
ask how is my weather
I'd answer OK
7 3 and real sunny
a nice little breeze
it couldn't be better
and then I would sneeze.
So how is your dear wife
the kids, win or lose
did I ask bout your weather
I follow the news.
Why Bill glad you wondered
hope your AC is fine
we've got natural beauty
(cough) time after time.
Let's just hope your ocean
does not get too high
those warm humid nights
beech sand in your eye
did I mention the spiders
in the green you call grass
I'd check all your pockets
when you fall on your ass.
I think son you're playing
on an old man's desire
to brag of his golfing
and natty attire
you know what I shot
last night what I ate
Um, dad, works a calling
better not be too late.
You know that I love you
so wear your broad hat
steer clear of the gators
and don't get too fat
your pill's on the dresser
a tool you can borrow
yes I miss mom too
we'll talk more tomorrow.
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