One weekend in October...It’s like a poem
Hey, let’s pack up the kids And the barbecue rig, And head for that park, That’s shady and big. One weekend in October.
They got rides and crafts And tractors that roar, Those great funnel cakes, Cars with four-on-the-floor. Proud kids with their steers And a whole lot more, One weekend in October.
You can shuffle your boots By a twangin’ git-tar, Hold your best girl’s hand And wish on a star. And just be so glad You are where you are. One weekend in October.
It’s the horseshoe’s clang
And the Ferris wheel’s light
Float up through the night.
For a few hours at least
The whole world seems right.
One weekend in October.
It’s over for now but the world will still spin.
A year will pass by and we’ll be here again.
More memories to make,
Friendships to begin,
One weekend in October.— M.B.