This song maybe out of date, but it still captures the essence of American culture. What is it that makes the US what it is. Just look to Poofter's Froth Wyoming.
Poofter's Froth, Wyoming
March Eleven Sixty-Seven
Take a letter,Ms. Abetter,
An' our pigeons
Will be homing
To our jobbers in Dakota
And to Merwyn,
Minnesota
This is merely just a note aboutPerformance to our quota
Well, we've all come out
To show dem,
An' the Elks have helped usLoad 'em
. . .Little packets full of jackets
Little rackets, little racketsLittle
Poofter-Cloth Appointments
Little Poofter's Froth Anointments
Little hoods, little goods
Little doo-dads from the woods
The entire stock is shipping
(Oh, our shod is hardly slipping!)
To our markets of the world
Our wrinkled pennants are unfurled!
T-shirt racks, rubber snacks,Poster rolls with matching tacks,
Yes, a special beer for sports,
And paper cups that hold two quarts!
Everything a nation needs
For making hoopla while it feeds
The trash compactors, small reactors,
Mowers, blowers, throwers & the glowers
This is Buy-Cent-Any-All Salute (HYULK!)
Two hundred years have gone ka-poot!
(Ah but we have been astute!)
Signed:Anon. --Wyo. Galoot
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