Drop from the clouds in a twisting grey cone, Roars like a train with a deafening tone. Spins round and round as it dances on the ground, And throws heavy objects all over the town

I can be creepy In the dead of night. I can be scary And give you such a fright. But really, I’m just innocent A place to store things for the moment. They don’t have me Down in the south, They only know me By word of mouth.

Ocean hugs me all around, Lonely, quiet, no crowd sound. I am land, but just a bit, Answer now, what is it?

When it sounds like a British restauranteur is explaining how he became a loss leader through Pepsi sales, you've arrived in this Florida town.

I’m a giant in disguise, floating cold in the sea, yet you’ll only see a fraction of me.