Rollicky Rhymes

[p. 22]

Home on the range

O give me a home
where the swing-nosums roam
where the jazz and the juke-boxes play
where girls in their teens
and their brothers' blue jeans
pave the way for a fast wedding-day.

How often at night
with the neon signs bright
and the saxophone's call from the bars
have I asked with a sigh
when a nosum swung by
why, o why, may not I kick his ars.