of the World's
Well, hell, she wuz just a ordinary size gal
(warn't even all that purty to look at).
and I sez to myself . . .
Where the old Rayado flows,
Where the rain comes a seepin'
In the tent where you're a sleepin'
And the waters say hello.
I want to wake up in the morning
With my socks all wringing wet,
For it brings back fondest memories,
That a Ranger can't forget.
I want to hike once more the canyon floor
From Scribblins to Old Camp
With my pack sack a-creakin',
With my back sweat a-reekin',
And my legs beginning to cramp.
I want to hike again with such great men
As made those famous treks
From Beaubien to Porky
And from Cito to Car-Max.