By Heidi Bekebrede
16 miles from Sacramento, heading west on 80.
You will find an oasis where avenues are shady.
Laid out on a grid of alphabets and ordinal numbers,
You’ll find merchants selling pizza, cars, groceries and lumber.
Folks go ped’ling to and fro, to work, to shop, to classes.
Others sit and chat at cafés, clinking ice-chilled glasses.
Some would rather jog about, or do some skateboard jive.
Yes I guess, I really must admit, some people drive.
The city I sing of is DAVIS.
It’s the place the UC Regents gave us,
Over hundred summers are the norm I better warn ya.
D-A-V-I-S C-A spells Davis California.
Aggies, bikes, tomatoes, Picnic Day, greenbelts and vet school,
Farmers Market and the Rec Pool
Amtrak stops here umpteen times a day,
What more could a person ask for, what more can I say? Oh!
Pu-tah Creek, the Ar-bor-ee-tum, Cen-tral Park, you just can’t beat ‘em.
Solar homes and a sloooow freight train through town,
I don’t understand how any one can put it down.
The city I sing of is DAVIS. Where the peace of mind I crave is
If I ever move I know I’m gonna mourn ya,
D-A-V-I-S C-A spells Davis California
Some may claim we’re in the sticks…please write 95616
….And now that we are oh so great, we’ve added 95618.