This is my humble contribution to the challenge, although living in Sweden I left my heart (like the boy from Hooboken) in San Francisco, which its a lie because from Sausalito the view of the world is much better!

California, I am the lover that went away
from the sweet grapes of Napa Valley,
inebriating nectar from Falcon Crest
traveling with the wind as you cross
going to San Francisco by the Golden Gate,
a bridge that bring sighs of sad yeranings
with a city where Frank Sinatra his heart left,
and the island, don’t forget the island,
where Bird Man wrote so many books about,
Capone’s Alcratraz in the middle of the bay.

There you have Oakland where the navy boys
are proud to call, of all, the better Navy Base,
not as big a San Diego, more homely intimate
where ships after long hauls come to mend,
Concorde, with that most friendly Sheriff
and Dirty Harry was once the Mayor of Carmel,
the Forty Niners kicking ass in Candle Park
and a bodybuilder for Governor of the State,
we have all, Grizzly Adams law defending
the giant sequoias from Bush his lumber men.

Then is Baja where wackos on four wheels
will scramble around they kidneys for a race,
to see who is the biggest moron of them all,
but that’s California fun, what the heck!
Orange and melon plucking from the south
work hard and for that their backs are wet,
the gringo Yankees call them wet-backs
as they eat the oranges from Chicanos harvest,
but that heritage is what make our State Great,
so great that we have in our flag a golden Bear.

California can’t be named without Hollywood
the capital of dreams…dreams I said?
if you are so star-struck that you believe that
you deserve to being folding something fake.
Between Oregon and Mexico, long haul,
Nevada with Las Vegas calling from the west,
and that mean Pacific Ocean just waiting there
that San Andreas once an for all fart us to hell
with a mighty earthquake for the Guinnes Book
it will be going with a Big Bang, California way!