The fiery sun of our southern town
Burnt us brown, wore us down,
We hated and feared its baleful frown!
We abused it with our choicest curses-
Trying to stay cool, emptied our purses;
Instead of fruit we ate salted preserves-
Ran out of electricity and fuel resources.
Yet the town grew tall apartment shoots:
Dug itself deep subway routes;
As a last hope, capped each high- rise tower
With solar panels to tap the awesome power
Of the sun.
How rich and cool is our southern town–
Flaunting the sun now-like a golden crown!