Brooklyn Cyclone Number Nine

Brooklyn Cyclone number nine Is not ready to decline Clipity clop it climbs Into the blue sky where the sun shines Until it turns orange while enjoying evening wine There is magic in the air Summer loving with the one who cares Flashing lights all around Tradition of a rural community fairground Instead this is on an island Architectural feats worth admiring Outside the big city That never accepted any pity National League remembers the past Mets audition potential players to cast As all the cotton candy melts Everyone with a hot dog can’t tighten their belts In the middle to a season Enjoying weather supposedly pleasing Where relaxation is the reason Cousin Brucie Has rocking facts that are juicy About that Palisades Park That was a long trip for the late Dick Clark Brooklyn Cyclone number nine Takes the big drop right on time Screams are heard By the flying birds Down on the beach Where NYC is in reach