Paul Bunyan and Babe
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers Minnesota
Before Paul Bunyan flattened it
To resemble North Dakota.
Paul's blue ox Babe was equal to
Most anything he'd ask.
A job that takes machines today,
Babe found an easy task.
When Minnesota was cleared off
To Paul's high satisfaction,
He looked around for more to do.
His huge ox needed action.
He came out to the great Northwest
Where he found to his surprise,
The trees grew taller and so big
They matched his ox for size.
Babe struggled just to clear a path
For wagons to get through.
Paul, fearing for his valiant ox,
Said, "I''m retiring you."
As I said before, no man's alive
To tell the end of story.
It's said Paul and his ox went home
To bask in their past glory.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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