Doin' Things In Kansas

We're raisin' cane in Kansas,
But not the Cain of old;
We're raisin' corn in Kansas,
That turns to yellow gold;
We're raisin' wheat in Kansas,
And we've a lot to spare
(Two hundred by four hundred
Will grow wheat anywhere.)

We're raisin' hogs in Kansas,
Yes, raisin' 'em on hay^___
Alfalfa in the meadows
Has come with us to stay^___
And cattle browse the pastures
Where the wild buffalo
Were roamin' in the desert
Not fifty years ago.

We're pumpin' oil in Kansas,
And sendin' it away;
We're lightin' up thc cities,
With gas, as bright as day.
And hens lay eggs and cackle
(No better payin' crop),
And separator butter
Sells at the very top.

A feller died in Kansas,
And went to Heaven's door,
And asked to gain admission,
To stay forever more.
"From Kansas?" said St. Peter,
"Your brain sure has a crack,
Y' better oil yer motor,
Git in and hike right back."

^__Ed Blair.