The Octopus Is a wily beast
And his tentacles are long and strong,
And they reach beyond the sea ;
But when he would get beneath his paw
The old Jayhawker crew,
Like Gilroy's kite they made him fly
Until he reached the blue.
The Octopus is a wise old beast
A wise old beast is he;
And he has outwitted men and states,
And nations long called free
Put when he spread his slimy form
Out toward the woolly west,
The Kansas legislator gave
His tall an awful twist.
The Octopus is a mighty beast
A mighty beast is he ;
He thought to rule with lordly sway
In every land and sea
But when he roamed on Kansas soil,
With his high-stepping gait,
A Kansas cyclone came along
And swept him from the state.
The Octopus of the Standard brand
Is a robber big and bold,
Worse than a million Robin Hoods,
That highwayman of old;
And when he called a Kansas man
To hold his hands up high,
He got a solar plexus blow
And a bulging big black eye.
__J. M. Cavaness.
J. M. Cavaness
(Chanute: Tribune Pub. Co. 1913)