Poetry of Kansas

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.

Sunflower Siftings
Ed Blair
(Boston: The Gorham Press. 1914)
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