MY RHODE ISLAND HOME


Spending time in Texas,
In writing with X's to girls way back home,
Only paper kissing,
And missing my Rhode Island home.

Texas moons are mellow,
Enormous, and yellow, but nothing to me.
Make my Christmas present
That crescent hung over the sea.

Bright, hot summer nights I long for the Pier.
These birds (dolls) are all right,
But I miss my chicks and our beer.

I may go to China,
To North Carolina, to Paris, or Rome,
Then, I'll settle down in
A town in my Rhode Island home.