In the valley of the sun,
I seek the shrinking shade;
trying to evade the brunt,
of the brutal heat of day.

A palm tree offers little,
their trunks are much too thin;
their fronds are separated,
it lets the sun right in.

Only at an inside mall,
can I find such relief;
too much exposure to old Sol.
can cause a heap of grief.

I don't want no cancer of the skin,
so I slap on the sunscreen thickly;
to remain a healthy human,
I don't like being sickly.

It's too **** hot to go outside,
the heat and sun, of course;
I'm thinking very seriously,
to pack and move...up north.