Hide my razor, call me Harry:
There’s an oil-well on the prairie!
Mile on mile, and still a nary
House or barn upon the prairie.
Trees, I find, are indeed very
Sparse upon the Kansas prairie.
If you want a girl to marry,
TRY and find her on the prairie.
A cow, a sort of half-formed dairy,
May be found upon the prairie.
One oould duel on the prairie–
Room to cut and thrust and parry.
If I lived here, they could bury
Me at once beneath such prairie.
No, I do not wish to tarry
On the God-forsaken prairie.
Hurry, car, I beg you, carry
Me away beyond the prairie.
And if I’m wise and if I’m wary,
I won’t be back to see you, prairie.
by Ray Romine Sunday, July 10, 1949
