Hurricanes

The banks here were overflowing
The trees bent down, down like twigs
The wind howled, blowing to and fro
We didn't know the storm would be so big
I'm talking about down in Texas
Hurricane Alecia
Hurricane Ike
And Hurricane Beryl
They crashed into the seawall
The skies were dark and bleak
Storms in Texas are a squall
They happen any day of the week
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