That lacks the plenty which my land can yield,
And states "to those with minds, no better place
Than home, despite the woes that home may field."
This mystery a ghost I fail to see,
Perhaps because my head is stuffed with straw,
How can all thoughtful men much rather be,
In arid lands, and not leave Kansas all?
So my conclusion then, I must surmise,
Is that this boring land, bereft and plain,
Is fortunate to what I call my eyes
That normal men all come with tender brains.
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