"Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam..."
A hundred years or more ago,
The wind across the plains would blow,
And all the grass so green and tall,
Would to the herds of buff'lo call.
The wind across the plains would blow,
And all the grass so green and tall,
Would to the herds of buff'lo call.
"Where the deer and the antelope play..."
Today the grass is cut so short,
You never hear a buff'lo snort,
A cat may flit from here to there,
But never a buff'lo's derriere.
"Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word..."
I think, No more! This should not be!
We must reclaim the vast prairie!
So that's why I let my lawn go,
"Here buff'lo, buff'lo, buff'lo!"
"Here buff'lo, buff'lo, buff'lo!"
"And the skies are not cloudy all day."
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