The July 1928 morn was calm, fair and crystal clear,
And no Bogueman 'bout hurricane warnings did hear.
So about their fishing/farming chores they did go,
While eyeing the weather for signs that could spell "woe." When of a sudden the sea raged and howling winds blew high,
There was a lovely place, I recall, in my childhood,
Where hyacinths bloomed, custard apples drifted
Amid myriads of pink, white and yellow water lilies. A serene place that rang with symphonic melodies performed
By chirping chimp-chimps, whistling treasures, cooing tobacco