  There's joy in Oklahoma! Let's go it good and strong; There's sunshine on the prairies, The land is glad with song; What though the cotton tumbled,— What if the wheat was short? We've corn for hog and hominy Of every blessed sort! Charity not only covers a multitude of sins, but she also tucks the quilts in around the feet and gets up in the middle of the night to see if the blanket is on straight. |
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