by Susan McLean

The coasts are blue, the coasts are blue!
The East Coast and the West Coast, too!
Until you get to Florida,
the coasts are blue.

The sky is blue, my hopes renew,
the clouds disperse, I like the view.
The news may not grow horrider:
the coasts are blue.

The reign of the red tide is through.
Let’s see what a blue wave can do.
Let heat waves not grow torrider:
the coasts are blue.