Oh, tan's the color of our walls;
Red tiles form our roofing.
We've fissures running through our halls,
And some need weather-proofing.
Though funds are few to fix them right,
And Washington's assistance
Has hitherto been rather light,
There's hope now in the distance.
Our buildings have been through a lot,
From quakes to stormy weather.
It seems a wonder they have not
All fallen down together.
But all shall soon be hunky-dory:
FEMA has surrendered:
A happy ending to our story.
Nice to be remembered!
Originally published in SUL News Notes, May 6, 1994.
c 1994, 1995 Fleabonnet Press for the author.