I live in a city on fire, and Daddy’s the city’s town crier
I live in a place on a lake — in a flood, all of mud, it did take
My home and the farm near the woods — is all gone but we did what we coulds
Tornadoes have stolen my chair — there’s books and there’s cooks in the air
This avalanche could be quite grim — but snow feels so soft on my skin
I lived in a city on fire — they no longer need a town-crier
I lived in a tent filled with ice — my Mai Tai did taste rather nice
I lived in a house on a lake — a flood is not such a mistake
My home isn’t there anymore — see my dog as it surfs on my door?
This weather is cagey at best — and you can imagine the rest…
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