Springtime in Texas,
A place of contrasts
That stretches from mountain to sea,
Brings torrential rain
Or, dust storms on the plain
And days just as pretty as could be.
Some days are hot,
Sometimes it's cold,
The bluebonnets are bluest of blue.
Hail sometimes will fall
And the snakes start to crawl;
The thunderstorms often will brew.
If you don't like the day
Just wait a few hours
'Cause it will most definitely change.
It may be too hot
Or, may be too cold
Or, could be the perfect range.
It's a beautiful time
Unless the winds blow
And you'd better hang on to your hair.
If you've never been
To the Lone Star in Spring
You'd should hurry up and get there.
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