When April showers come pouring down
day after day with sullen frown . . .
and bright sunshine has gone to rest
where summer days are palmiest . . .
we soon forget that through the year
the sun shines on us most sincere . . .
than any place near or far
"that's why we so popular"!
A week of rain does more to earth
in bringing flowers forth from birth . . .
and every plant springs up and blooms
before you count a pair of moons . . .
And oh, the glory that they shed
from gardens or mountain beds . . .
We need those April showers, each one
because we have our share of sun!
What sunshine weather we can boast
is really a heavenly toast . . .
To have folks say . . ."Why do you live
where sunshine is infinitive?
And where you see the mountain peaks
and rustling winds in music speaks?
We think you are most fortunate
to live in such a sunny State!"