Retire To Florida

Retire To Florida? By Elton Camp It’s for old persons with leathery skin The refuge of every sort of has been Doctors who can’t hear a heart beat Butchers who no longer can cut meat Store clerks who are too old to sell Musicians now unable to play well The thief grown too feeble to steal The card shark who can’t still deal Bikers who can’t keep a Harley straight Now a motorized wheelchair do rate Any who can’t cut the mustard any more Come knock on the Sunshine State door Where Social Security rules as king And income, no state taxes bring If you can withstand a hurricane, come to Florida and there remain Where you get sand in your shoes Hope that an alligator won’t choose Or mosquitoes won’t take you away And huge snakes you can keep at bay