A hurricane by any name Still remains a hurricane Betty, Cora, Ester, Jane It's the same old hurricane They get started In the tropics In the ocean Far from land Through the summer Tropic sunlight Heats the water There's no breeze Air and water Both get warmer They get warmer Day by day Then the cool air Starts a breeze there Hurricane is On it's way Warm air funnels Inward, upward Moving at in- Creasing speed Vapor cools And condenses Then the heavy Clouds are formed Clouds condensing Heats the air and Makes the air rise, Higher still Wind increases Spirals inward And the rain comes Pouring down Winds are raging As the air mass Slowly moves a- Cross the sea Edges toward the Coastal regions Whipping waves up Crazily Though its eye is Calm and gentle It's as wild as It can be Hurricane hits By the city In its wake is Tragedy