Texas is Bi-Polar

'Tis the Lone-Star State that I love so,
and I'm not one to speak,
but this Lone-Star State that I speak of
doesn't have consistency.

'Twas yesterday, I reckon so,
that the sun shone down on Texas.
So bright, so warm, so full of spite,
the first day of Spring mañana.

'Twas today, I do believe,
I woke up with a jolt to see
a cold, harsh wind, biting my nose
a fifty-fifty chance of snow.

"Ma!" I yelled, stomping down the stairs,
"¿Es frío fuera, so cold,
is it supposed to nieve,
is it supposed to snow hoy?"

She looked up at me, filled with glee,
although I didn't share her gain -
one must be happy when you see
mi madre smile on a Monday.

Her reply was simple, but full,
it rang in my ears for a while.
She replied with one palabra
and that word was achingly "Si."

It did, it snowed, an inch or so,
before darkness swallowed today;
el viento rose and bit my nose
no sun to guide my way.

'Twas today, I say, Texas is
officially the Lone-Star State.
But whenever I refer to it,
I'll call it by it's true name.

Bi-Polar, Texas, that's what you are,
you turn on my life like a top.
Texas, you're inconsecuente,
inconsistent in your endeavors.

'Tis why I love this state so much,
Texas tiene dos postes,
it has two poles to lean to,
both blistering frio y caliente.


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