Kansas Agitator

COMIN' BACK TO KANSAS.

They're comin' back to Kansas:
They're crossin' on the bridge:
You can see their mover's wagons
On the top of every ridge
On the highways and the turnpikes
You can hear their wagons hum,
For they're comin' back to Kansas.
And they're comin' on the run.

Who's a-comin' back to Kansas?
Why, the migratory crowd
Who left the state some months ago.
With curses long and loud;
And they swore by the Eternal
That they never would return
To this Kansas land infernal.
Where the hot winds blast and burn
Where the rivers run in riot
When they want it to be dry-
Where the sun so fiercely scorches
When they want a cloudy sky
So they loaded up the children,
And they whistled for the dogs;
Tied a cow behind the wagon,
And the butcher sold the hogs:
Hitched the ponies to the schooner.
Turned the prow toward the east,
Left this beastly state of Kansas
For the land of fat and feast.
Did they find it? Naw-they didn't:
Tho' they roamed the country o'er,
From the lakes up in the Northland
To the far-off ocean shore;
And they found that other sections
Had their tales of woe to sing:
So they're humpin' now for Kansas
At the breakin' of the spring

-Harmon D. Wilson. Topeka.