Tis cloudy and dreary outside,
But no tears falling from out of the sky.
As it is every year on the fourth of july.
We barbeque and celebrate,
And even drink a beer or two,
But then starts the fire display,
With a few ahh's and ooh's.
Now the day has come to an end,
Where we settle down and think of things past.
Of soldiers who died,
And did their very best.
So say your prayers,
And thank god your here.
For your as special and as quite dear.