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Show rflapletonews Orpha Dee Johnson 489-5725 The Little Town of Mapleton There's a pretty town in Utah, Beneath a mountain high. Where the breeze from the canyon Cool, refreshing, ever sigh. Once the red man built his teepee On this an unknown land, Among the sage and cedars, I Growing in the burning sand. Where rabbits and cayotes, S 1 Roamed undisguisted free Now stands the town of Maple-ton Maple-ton That's good enough for me. In this modest town of Maple-ton Maple-ton Good fellowship is found 'Mongst friends and peaceful neighbors If you'll look round. Alfalfa yields abundantly Rich fields of beets and grain Small fruits and yellow peaches Are shipped from here by train. And rosy checked, ripe apples In orchards here we see In the fruitful town of Maple-ton. Maple-ton. Tnat's good enough for me. Here bright-eyed roaming children chil-dren And loads of lasses meet At Sunday School and Mutual On the quiet street At basketball or social Or in the noisy whirl Each lad is gentle courteous Seeing safely home his girl. And the music of our orchestra Make happy hours flee In the opera house at Mapleton That's good enough for me. When the bishop makes an urgent ur-gent call The elders are on hand To guide aright the people Living in this quiet land The Mutuals and Boy Scouts Meet promptly once each week Each eager youth, or maiden Culture or wisdom seek. And Relief Society Sisters And all distress they see At the pleasant town of Mapleton Maple-ton That's good enough for me. Louise M. Johnson |