Fool's Island (Galveston) I hear of the hurricane As it heads toward land And hope the old hotel Will

hold up and withstand The storm's merciless fury Waves crashing o'er the wall Or that it will die down To just a minor squall. I know that she will stay As she has said she would Taking care of old folks Because she is so good. There nothing I can do Except to sit and wait Hoping that she'll get out Before it is too late. A place you are committed Should you decide to stay You can't change your mind -No chance to get away. The roads will all be closed By the fast rising tide There is nowhere to run There is nowhere you can hide. Someday it will happen -A big catastrophe -As people sit and think "It can't happen to me". Mother Nature doesn't care Where or when or who. She may give fair warning But some won't think it true. They'll say, "Let's have a party. Why should we pack and run?" It happens every time --

They find it not much fun. Sometimes they'll be lucky And some will end up dead Because they were stubborn Or didn't use their head. But maybe one more time They might get a reprieve Maybe get scared enough That next time they will leave. Del Abe Jones 80s