And when you reach your domiciles
And chew your chops and steak,
You'll sigh for bass and muskie
And the distant Land O' Lakes.
You'll tell your male and female friends
Your uncles and your aunts,
About the lovely lakelets
Where the golden sunbeams dance.
And they'll exclaim with one accord,
"We'll pack our tents and stakes
And fly next up northward,
To the lovely "Land O' Lakes."
THE SQUIRREL AND THE OX 2
Shan. T. Boy
'Twas on a lovely day in June,
When toads and chipmonks were in bloom,
Near to the margin of a wood,
Where maple trees for ages stood
And where a gentle summer breeze
Was playing with the leafy trees.
A little old log cabin stood,
Within the margin of the wood,
A limpid brook ran past the door
And kissed the pebbles on the shore.
2: Typographical error; mislabeled “The Squirrel and The Fox” in print.