They dropped the flags at the beach!
Storms have moved farther offshore;
Time to power down the generator—
Be thankful for calmer days more,
A thankful sunset majestic,
As the rains soften and fall.
Come out, come out everyone—
Dance in Jupiter’s thrall!
Pray for Bahamas;
Pray for they of the islands;
We must offer succor;
We must do all that we can.
More will come out from Africa;
More storms to vex we many;
We always sure ready;
We always plan uncanny!
They’ve dropped the flags at the beach!
Storms have moved farther away.
Hold the children close;
Hold onto Life and pray!