There's the buffalo, elk and antelope, too; While the grass is filled with chicken and quail, And there is the turkey that weighs twenty-two. I'll put in my crops, and go hunting, you know, While you mind the children, and live at your ease. No smudges to build, the mosquitoes to scare; No potatoes to bury, for there they won't freeze. Now, wife, we will dream of that land of delight, How we'll gather the flowers that cover the lea; That fertile vale, with fountains so clear, That cherished home this fall, we will see. Kansas as it is. ANSAS is a noted state, With many thriving towns, Kansas yet is young in years, But not ashamed of her acres tilled; Nor of the stock she sends abroad; Nor of her cribs, her corn has filled. She's rich in mines of zinc and lead; And coal is found of every hue, Her gypsum mills grind up her rocks, That makes your old land new. |