Louisiana

 

Cold, frosty, mornings

Hot, humid, afternoons,

At night mosquitoes swarming,

With a glowing, big, full moon.

 

Magnolia blossom’s blooming,

Brown pelican’s flying high,

Country folk speaker’s booming,

We all love Uncle Si.

 

Jesus lovers’ and small towns,

You’ll find them everywhere,

4-wheeler and gunshot sounds,

Good food and Godly prayers.

 

The Saints and LSU,

Those are the teams,

What a beautiful bayou,

Gorgeous, lakes, rivers, and streams.

 

Gumbo and crawfish,

New Orleans and Baton Rouge,

Tony’s on every dish,

Jazz music and the Blues.

 

Tan skin and bare feet,

All summer long,

You could die from the heat,

It is mighty strong.

 

When winter comes around,

It’s time for bon fires.

We’ll do damage to the ground,

Mud flies under spinning tires.

 

It’s not New York or Maine,

Not California or Montana.

If you had half a brain,

You’d come to Louisiana.