|The cost of living is a fright
To folks who dwell in town
And experts figure day and night
On how to keep it down.
They tell us what we ought to eat
And how we ought to dress,
In paths of right they guide our feet
To save us from distress.
They have a sure, unfailing plan
That's bound to hit the spot,
If every woman, child and man
Will tend a vacant lot.
The gladsome spring will soon be here
When every one should go
And plant upon the front parterre
A sweet potato row.
Along the alleys and the streets
Would be a splendid place
To set out beds of early beets
And celery and mace.
We ought to fill the gutter spout
With rich and sandy loam
And plant the seeds of sour kraut
To brighten up the home.
Then forward, all ye lazy blokes,
Let's swat old H. C. L.,
Raise more of beans and artichokes
And less of weeds and hell.
Verdigris Valley Verse
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)