The Duke Died in June My parents raised me the best they could I grew up strong and I did some good When I was a baby, there was a man on the moon When I was little, “The Duke” died in June I learned that people live, and some others die …and summers meant Rhubarb pie in all my fifty years… The war in Nam ended and it was none too soon “The Last Camel (he) Died at Noon” The President, he told a lie He resigned, gave Ford a try Nixon was pardoned, don’t know why …and summers meant rhubarb pie, in all my fifty years… Elvis was dead, and Mother cried A space shuttle launched, and SHE fell from the sky NASA gave it another try Reagan was shot, but he didn’t die ….and summers meant rhubarb pie in all my fifty years… A volcano erupted and blanketed the Earth Female workers, finally paid their worth The Berlin Wall came tumblin’ down Houston, Jackson and Prince now gone The stock market rose, and the twin towers fell The world got sick while the Earth got well Dad and brother, they both died And, I watched again as Mother cried Just like she did for Lady Di ….and summers meant rhubarb pie In all my Fifty Years… When I was a baby, there was a man on the moon When I was little, “The Duke” died in June I learned that people live, and some others die …and summers meant Rhubarb pie …and summers meant Rhubarb pie Ya…summers meant Rhubarb pie! In all my Fifty Years… Copyright Tonia Allen Gould 2020 - All Rights Reserved
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Tonia Allen Gould 