The Great Western Plains

 The little voices of the prairie dogs 
Are tireless .
 .
 .
 
They will give three hurrahs 
Alike to stage, equestrian, and pullman, 
And all unstingingly as to the moon.
 

And Fifi's bows and poodle ease 
Whirl by them centred on the lap 
Of Lottie Honeydew, movie queen, 
Toward lawyers and Nevada.
 

And how much more they cannot see! 
Alas, there is so little time, 
The world moves by so fast these days! 
Burrowing in silk is not their way -- 
And yet they know the tomahawk.
 

Indeed, old memories come back to life; 
Pathetic yelps have sometimes greeted 
Noses pressed against the glass.

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