Oh Rita, Rita Oh Rita, Rita, go away
Who d'heck needs you
After Katrina ripped our lives
And broke our dreams into.
No matter where you land or don't,
You sure will cause a mess
Whether it be loss of lives,
Gas prices, who can guess.
Oh, hurricanes we're tired of you
But we'll not give up yet.
No matter what you throw at us
We will rebound – you bet!
W.C.Hull © 2392005
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