When first I came to Kansas State
The day was bright and warm and mellow,
I gamboled o'er the grassy plain
Like any happy, jolly fellow.
The wind was blowing from the south
A pleasant, gentle, summer breeze,
Flowers were blooming under foot,
And birds were singing in the trees.
I put my linen duster on;
My pants were thin, my hat was straw;
I loudly praised the Kansas weather,
And thought it best I ever saw.
I then went out to take a ride
Had hardly ridden half a mile,
The sun shone out so dreadful hot
I nearly roasted for a while.
The sweat dropped from my brow and chin;
I thought I'd seek some cooling shadow;
The dust had settled on my face,
Till I was black as ace of spades.
A cloud then hid the shining sun;
The water pouredit did not rain;
By my life, I thought I'd drown,
And never see my home again!
The wind then shifted to the north,
And chilled me to my very bones;
The drops of sweat still on my chin
Were frozen hard as marble stones.
All this happened, as I have said,
In much less than half an hour;
From snow-drifts coming from the north
To rain and shine and blooming flower.
And after this, when e'er I roam,
In winter, summer, spring, or fall,
You'l find I always go prepared
To meet these changes one and all.
I carry fan and overcoat,
A linen duster to cover all;
Under my arm you'll always find
A water-proof and umbersoll.