Sing an Unhappy Song
In our Encinitas, with all its incompleteness
We’ll be the biggest city on the North County coast
I’ll throw down the onus and curse density bonus
I’ll be the maddest person on Encinitas Votes
On our avenues . . . our boulevards . . . the developers will smack us
And we’ll find that we’re in the urbanosphere
Oh, I could write a treatise about our Encinitas
And of the town that’s growing too much outta control