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The Little Mouse River or the Souris
As it's known to me
Just North of the Missouri and Yellowstone
On a plateau
As far as your eyes can see
There's a T-Rex on the banks
Just waiting to be woke
From it's eternal sleep
And the old PFRA's still vast & grazed
With traditions that they keep
Cows belly high in the
Summer grass
The spring rains came and went again
We knew they'd never last
And Falls a long ways off still
From these hot days in July
The Foals all run in circles
And horizon meets the sky
It's summertime again, on the prairie.
The Winter winds, around the bend
Just like time, will take all men
And the snows of March
Will melt into
The river and the land
So this little river
Crawls, upon its path
Winding through the history
And the memories
Of this grass.
Good times are only in the present
And always gone too fast
No victory and no sorrow,
Just travel's onward
As it leaves the past
Cows belly high
In the summer grass
The spring rains came and went again
We knew they'd never last
And Falls a long ways off still
From these hot days in July
The foals all run in circles
And horizon meets the sky
It's Summertime again
On the prairie.
The Winter winds,
Around the bend.
Just like time, will take all men
And the snows of March
Will melt into
The river and the land