CA’s your postal designation –
Confusion for this old Canuck.
But I recall
Having a ball
(As a kid down there I'd snuck).
I’m going back as an old codger,
To see my son in academe.
The kid’s no fool,
In graduate school;
Together we’ll explore this meme.
Cali, how I love ya, how I love ya,
My dear old Cali.
I’d give my URL to be
Among the geeks in S-I-L-I-C-O-N,
That’s ‘Valley’. I could groove there!
Should I move there? Silicon Valley.
To folks back home, I’ll e-mail or post
When I get to that old West Coast.
Muni, Muni,
‘Round San Francisco: Muni.
Silicon Valley -
BART’s where I’ll leave my heart.
Cali: Fillmore Jazz and Alcatraz,
In my dear old Cali.
Historic trolleys - fun
And cable cars climb halfway to the sun
Or Santa Clara (San Jose – I lost my way!)
There’s Jack Kerouac Alley
The City Lights will be within reach
At Little Italy / North Beach.
Muni, Muni,
I’ll fill my ‘Clipper’, Muni.
(They won’t take toonies)
BART’s where I’ll leave my heart.
Cali, here I come, I’ll sing and strum,
'Bout my dear old Cali.
('Cause when I'm gone I'll mourn
Not being there in C-A-L-I California.)
Cali: How to get there?
I could jet there! I’ll need to rally.
To folks back east, sure, I’ll brag and I’ll boast,
When I go to that West Coast,
I'll dally at the best coast,
When I go to that old West Coast.