The Great Western Plains

The little voices of the prairie dogs

Are tireless . . .

They will give three hurrahs

Alike to stage, equestrian, and pullman,

And all unstingingly as to the moon.

And Fifi's bows and poodle ease

Whirl by them centred on the lap

Of Lottie Honeydew, movie queen,

Toward lawyers and Nevada.

And how much more they cannot see!

Alas, there is so little time,

The world moves by so fast these days!

Burrowing in silk is not their way —

And yet they know the tomahawk.

Indeed, old memories come back to life;

Pathetic yelps have sometimes greeted

Noses pressed against the glass.