Be Gone Alligators

In the land of the alligators, pelicans and manatees Florida takes prisoners from up north and throws away their keys Once there, they never want to escape back home For they love the weather here, where they can always roam. They turn old here, if they are not already there, but many are. The crepe myrtles are blooming, wearing tiny dresses, with a star. Retirees enjoy the warm weather year around here with pools not very far. Even the rain here is gentle, it never beats hail or snow on your car. Florida is a beauty, I would lie on her beaches for days in the sand. Except I have heard the stories of the gators taking off a leg or a hand. If it was not for those monsters, those dinosaur left over creatures, I would move to Florida for her other sun shiny features.