In the heart of Lake Royale, NC, as July unfurls its charm,

A tradition awakens, casting a warm, enchanting alarm.
Annually, the streets echo with laughter and song,
As golf carts, adorned like never before, gracefully throng.

Gleaming under the sun, in festive finery they vie,
Racing not just for prizes, but for the joy of the Fourth of July.
Each cart tells a tale, of dreams woven with care,
Of patriotic hearts soaring, through the balmy summer air.

And as they roll by, in this dance so grand,
Candies rain down, a gift to every child’s hand.
In Lake Royale, on this day, memories softly sigh,
Of unity, joy, and candies falling from the sky.