Show TOOT TIIE THE BASIN BUGLE by G P barber my spleen Is vent my eyes see red im boiling over within I 1 carry halt half a hundred chips upon my ireful shoulders I 1 heard a well known native son say with a nasty grin these schools aint a tinkers darn among these basin boulders im wlllie willie out to school he said in accents vile 1 I want my boy to have the best an he kahnt git it here the these schools kahnt faint teach im an an awful a pile ner radio my boy he alms aims to be a engineer those these schools aint got no quip ment an they hold em cm in a shack they send the ca out to teach an our kids th tin students gotta tide ride ten mile countin goin an comin back an then the teachers tell em just a lot of gol dern fibs bibs 1 I wont support these schools until they quip em up fust rate an give a teacher to each kid an em right AW an make em git to school on time an dont admit em late these basin schools aint like a that in a erful bortul plight and then the jagged lightning flashed the pent up thunder roared my eyes shot fire the daggers sped to pierce the traitor there I 1 cried sir you have said c enough your criticisms hold youre guilty sir air of treason your perfidy you lay bare you make your home amongst these dells you cast your lot among these people par far and near your stock graze on a dozen slopes youve garnered wealth youve prospered yet when all Is said and done youve done it all tor for just yourself your hopes are all self centered you wont aid nor lend a helping hand to help the country build and brow grow and be a better place to live you send your sons away to school and then demand improved conditions hereabouts with cynic haughty face support your people laud your schools and push them to the front rome la in a day and by the doubting thomas the basin needs enthusiasts not those who knock and shunt tho the task to others shoulders youre an arnold here among us |