We
learned in school that Arkansas
is
pronounced to sound like jaw,
and
why it doesn’t rhyme with Kansas?
I
would need a lot of stanzas!
It
is the home of those grand Nine,
teen
aged heroes who chose to shine,
who
put to shame a hateful rule
by
choosing where they went to school.
For
visits it has all you’d wish:
trails
to hike and lakes to fish;
agreed,
there are no ocean waves,
but
lots and lots of lovely caves;
and
Mountain Home will warm your heart
with
its array of great folk art.
Can
any place be called divine—
whose
chosen mascot is porcine?
But
this state we shall not bash:
for
it gave us Johnny Cash!
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