Snow on the Bad Land Buttes—miry in the gumbo,
Rain a-roarin’ down the chutes, White River on a Jumbo.
High tide in Chadron creek—water gettin’ quicker,
Swingin’ round the circle, just like Jim Dahlman’s liquor,
Sets a man a thinkin’ hard while toilin’ up the ridges;
Lookin’ at the gullies washed round Sheriff Bartlett’s bridges.
Thinkin’ and a wonderin’ when the people’ll take a tumble.
Quit good fellow politics; act instead of grumble,
Put a knife in taxes as hard as they are able,
Stamp old Wall Street’s power out, says
A Kicker from the Table.