Classic Poem

The Rockies, I own, are a beautiful sight;
The canyons are glories to see;
I found in the spruce undiluted delight,
And the pine is a capable tree;
I throbbed when I gazed at the snow-covered peaks,
And worshipped the view from the crest;
I revelled in Nature a couple of weeks,
But there's nothing like you in the West,
My dear,
There's nothing like you in the West.

The trout are an agile and esculent fish.
And swift are the streams where they run;
No lovelier sight could a citizen wish
Than Long's at the rise of the sun.
Oh, myriad the wonders that gave me a thrill,
And frequently I was impressed —
But nevertheless it is true, Myrtil,
There's nothing like you in the West —
That's right —
There's nothing like you in the West.