Lord forgive! I'm sick of Texas,
Fire ants, dust and mesquite trees.
Changing weather that perplexes,
Cedar trees that make you sneeze.

Oil slicks and tar balls on beaches,
Wet and cold, then boiling sun.
Impending rains that never reach us,
Rifle racks in trucks with guns.

Hurricanes and then tornadoes,
Dried up tanks, then flooding streams.
Killer bees that soon invade us,
Browning grass instead of green.

Lord, send me back to where it's cooler,
Where grass is green and oceans blue.
Oh yeah, I should have asked you sooner,
Lord, please send some cowboys too.

Submitted by Jeri, Marion, Texas