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Twas The Night Before Rita [Stolen from another website] Vermont Collectors Special
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'Twas The Night Before Rita
'Twas the night before Rita
When all through the state
Not a gas pump was pumping
Not a store open late
All the plywood was hung
On the windows with care
Knowing that a hurricane
Soon would be there
The children were ready
With flashlights in hand
While bands from the hurricane
Covered over the land
And mamma with her Mag-Lite
And I in my cap
Had just filled the bath tub
For flushing our crap
When out on the lawn
There arose such a clatter
I sprang from the closet
To see what was the matter
The trees on the fence
And the neighbor's roof torn
Gave the fear of us dying
In this terrible storm
With a little wind gust
So lively and quick
I remembered quite clearly
Our walls weren't brick
More rapid than eagles
Her courses they came
And she whistled, and wafted
And surged all the same
Off shingles! Off sidings!
Off rooftops! Off power!
Down trees! Down fences!
Down trailers! Down towers!
In the center of Texas
She continued to maul
Screaming Blow Away!
Blow Away! Blow Away All!
As wind ripped and tossed
The debris through the sky
I peeked out the shutters
At cars floating by
So go to the safe-room
My family did do
With a portable radio
And batteries too
And then, in a twinkling
I heard on the set
The end was not coming
For a few hours yet!
As I calmed down the kids
And was turning around
Through the window it came
With a huge crashing sound
A tree branch it was
All covered in soot
The wind blew it smack-dab
On top of my foot
A bundle of twigs
Now lay in a stack
And my living room looks
Like it was under attack
The wind - how it howled!
The storm - very scary!
Myself and the family
Were all too unwary
The dangers of hurricanes
Are serious, you know
They are taken for granted
As Rita did show
With the winds dying down
And the danger beneath
I noticed my tool shed
Was missing its sheath
So I grabbed my last tarp
And nailed it on down
Then I got in my car
And I headed to town
The traffic was awful
And stores had no ice
My five gallon cooler
Would have to suffice
Generators were scarce
Not one left in town
There were trees on the roads
And power lines down
FEMA was ready
With people to work
Electrical companies
Came in from New York
And in the midst of
This peculiar routine
Another storm emerged
Named Hurricane Stan
I sprang to the car
And gave my family a whistle
Then away we all went
Like a Tomahawk missile
You could hear us exclaim
As we drove out of sight
"Fare well to this place,
Vermont seems just right!"
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<DIV>'Twas The Night Before Rita</DIV>
<DIV><BR> 'Twas the night before Rita<BR> When all through the state<BR> Not a gas pump was pumping<BR> Not a store open late</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> All the plywood was hung<BR> On the windows with care<BR> Knowing that a hurricane<BR> Soon would be there</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> The children were ready<BR> With flashlights in hand<BR> While bands from the hurricane<BR> Covered over the land</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> And mamma with her Mag-Lite<BR> And I in my cap<BR> Had just filled the bath tub<BR> For flushing our crap</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> When out on the lawn<BR> There arose such a clatter<BR> I sprang from the closet<BR> To see what was the matter</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> The trees on the fence<BR> And the neighbor's roof torn<BR> Gave the fear of us dying<BR> In this terrible storm</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> With a little wind gust<BR> So lively and quick<BR> I remembered quite clearly<BR> Our walls weren't brick</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> More rapid than eagles<BR> Her courses they came<BR> And she whistled, and wafted<BR> And surged all the same<BR> <BR> Off shingles! Off sidings!<BR> Off rooftops! Off power!<BR> Down trees! Down fences!<BR> Down trailers! Down towers!</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> In the center of Texas<BR> She continued to maul<BR> Screaming Blow Away!<BR> Blow Away! Blow Away All!</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> As wind ripped and tossed<BR> The debris through the sky<BR> I peeked out the shutters<BR> At cars floating by</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> So go to the safe-room<BR> My family did do<BR> With a portable radio<BR> And batteries too</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> And then, in a twinkling<BR> I heard on the set<BR> The end was not coming<BR> For a few hours yet!</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> As I calmed down the kids<BR> And was turning around<BR> Through the window it came<BR> With a huge crashing sound</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> A tree branch it was<BR> All covered in soot<BR> The wind blew it smack-dab<BR> On top of my foot</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> A bundle of twigs<BR> Now lay in a stack<BR> And my living room looks<BR> Like it was under attack</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> The wind - how it howled!<BR> The storm - very scary!<BR> Myself and the family<BR> Were all too unwary<BR> </DIV>
<DIV> The dangers of hurricanes<BR> Are serious, you know<BR> They are taken for granted<BR> As Rita did show</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> With the winds dying down<BR> And the danger beneath<BR> I noticed my tool shed<BR> Was missing its sheath</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> So I grabbed my last tarp<BR> And nailed it on down<BR> Then I got in my car<BR> And I headed to town</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> The traffic was awful<BR> And stores had no ice<BR> My five gallon cooler<BR> Would have to suffice</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> Generators were scarce<BR> Not one left in town<BR> There were trees on the roads<BR> And power lines down</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> FEMA was ready<BR> With people to work<BR> Electrical companies<BR> Came in from New York</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> And in the midst of<BR> This peculiar routine<BR> Another storm emerged<BR> Named Hurricane Stan</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> I sprang to the car<BR> And gave my family a whistle<BR> Then away we all went<BR> Like a Tomahawk missile</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> You could hear us exclaim<BR> As we drove out of sight<BR> "Fare well to this place,<BR> Vermont seems just right!"</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
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