[Taltarzac725]

Originally Posted by Taltarzac725

May take me a little time to come up with something in praise of the buffalo in the Villages. That's some kind of poem or song.

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the carts and the cougars play;
There seldom is heard a discouraging word
especially in the Sun
And the sky is never cloudy all day.
Chorus
A home, a home
Where the golfers and the dancers play,
There seldom is heard a discouraging word
especially in the Sun
And the sky is never cloudy all day.
Yes, give me the gleam of the swift urine stream
And the place where no hurricane blows;
Oh, give me the park where the Doggie Doo Run Run dogs bark
And the urine still flows regularly.
Chorus
Oh, give me the holes and the ring of the fours
And the rich greens with their fine grounds;
Yes, give me the mulch where the garderners can grow
And where we do not have to mow.
Chorus
Oh, give me the line where the ballplayers can find homers
The politics is in its proper place
And the hospices below where the sick people go
And graveyards for the departed
Chorus
Oh, give me the speed and the money that I need
To retire where I can feed at Cattle Baron's
Then give me a cart so I can watch parades
And go to the mart
And the wild preserves to roam.
Chorus
Yes, give me the home where the realtors roam
Their business is always alive
Especially in spring
In these Villages
Oh, there let me live till I die.
So I do not have to fly
So I will be a Frog
To avoid the smog
Chorus

After William and Mary Goodwin's 1904 version of "Home on the Range".

Some of the lines need fine tuning but I kind of like this one.