No Texan ever did a wrong,
Except one, maybe, in a song.
The only Texans who were slow
Were shipped out many years ago.
To find a Texan who’s not smart
Would take a special kind of art.
Gnats Texans do not have at all
Since nothing ever grows so small.
Pauperism you won’t find,
Unless it’s serving as a blind.
Texas is the super-state
Wherein what makes its people great
Is, having noxious faults that fit them,
They’d rather perish than admit them!
by Ray Romine Thursday, May 15, 1952
