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.