Whose charms our hearts shall keep, O,
Surveys all foreign airs with scorn
And says it is "the depo."
The Boston girl, in wonder mild
That anyone should say so,
Reproves the blooming prairie child,
And murmurs "'tis the daypo."
Chicago's jaunty little miss,
.With accent on the "O"
And lips we vainly long to kiss,
Pronounces it "de-po."
While Baltimore's enchanting girl,
With dainty grace and step, O,
Gives her bewitching lip a curl
And sweetly says "the deppo."
Oh, unaffected Kansas born
Our hearts you're sure to keep, O,
Because all foreign airs you scorn,
And stick to saying "depo."
__Albert Bigelow Paine.