You can scream, shout, holler and roar,
Rage upon us with a torrential downpour.
Oil spills and algae can’t even make our hearts sink,
You’re nothing more than an excuse to drink.
We deal with gators, mosquitos, and humidity every damn day,
What more could you possibly hope to bring our way?
Why Publix being sold out of Pop Tarts is the only thing to wary,
For some reason people like to stock up on strawberry.
You’re new here, so you never met Andrew,
But we did, and we survived him, so we’ll survive you.
So go ahead, show us a hurricane dressed to the nines,
In the end this is Florida, where the Sun always shines.