Okay, this is not a TUNE, but it is so funny and so Southern, I could not resist.
Thank you Dennis Everson (huggy hubby) who sent this to me a couple of weeks ago and said, "You are going to laugh!"
|When the sky changes from black to blue|
and the clouds from gray to pink ...
When the birds sing and fly ...
It's nearly time.
|Peek-a-boo ... the sun begins his early ascent near Dog Island while this bird (and Cheryl) watch on.|
|The higher he climbs, the longer his beam of light across the rippling waters of the Gulf of Mexico.|
|Moving closer to City Park, now we see the water changing color too.|
|Time now for boaters and fishermen to join us.|
|From City Park, abandoned by all but Cheryl, the birds, and the warmth (and humidity) of a new day.|