Missouri, Heaven Bless Her

The June 8, 1900 Skidmore Standard printed the following ode to Missouri from an exchange:

Missouri, heaven bless her, from Nodaway to Pike;
from Stone to Clark and Atchison and all the rest alike.
She has vineyards on the Ozarks, and blue grass on the Grand,
while the winding, crooked Fabby runs through the richest land.
She has the tallest woman that the world has ever met, and
the best long green “terbacker” that was ever in the sweat.
On the hill the cows have grazin’ that no country can surpass,
and the fattest hogs are gruntin’ in the meadow and the mass.
The thresher will soon be hummin’ and the hay up in the stack.
While the thrifty hen is cacklin’ and the ducks are goin’ quack.
No county can surpass her – She’s the grandest of ’em all,
and we’ll have corn an’ pumpkins and fodder in the fall.