From The Daily Missoulian, December 28, 1914. By Roy K. Moulton.
A place where I can hang my hat
And know that I am home;
A place from whence I well know that
I’ll never care to roam.
A place where there is no dissent
And love reigns e’er supreme;
Where no one cares how time is spent,
And I can sit and dream.
A place where agents do not come
To spoil a happy day;
A place where autos do not hum
Nor alley felines play.
A place where phonographs don’t rasp
Nor pianolas pound;
A place where neighbors do not gasp
And peddle lies around.
A place where skeeters do not skeet
Nor motorcycles chug;
A quiet and serene retreat
Without a mike or bug.
Where time need not be reckoned by
And I could take my ease;
Arcadia’s the place where I
Could do as I darn please.