THAT BACK TO NATURE CRY

 THAT BACK TO NATURE CRY 

(HYMN)

Most every summer, bout the time 
The garden stuff comes in, 
Here comes a parcel of them 
High-toned city kin. 
They come when least we're looking, 
"For just a little stay,"

But with the milk and cooking 
It sure fills my day.

They sit out on the porch all day, 

And rave around and talk, 

About that "smell of new-mown hay" 

And that "exquisite-hollyhock". 

The "simple life" attracts them so, 

But they sure know how to shirk, 

For all they do is talk, you know,

 While I do all the work.

And, if on some rare occasion, 

They have some conscience's pricks, 

Then I watch in consternation 

Cousin Nellie feed my chicks. 

And once, before her leaving, 

"I'll be the cook." she said, 

And on that self-same evening 

Our family ate burnt bread.

Now, I love the "cows and chickens", 

And the "tasseled corn on stalk"; 

But it surely would be the "dickens" 

If all I could do was talk. 

The summer-time has lost it's charm, 

For every summer, I know, 

Those city folks will flock the farm,- 

'Tis such a "restful place to go"! 

By H. Burgess Miller 

 

THE ORIGINAL HYMN, RECITATION AND THE MOTION  SONG OF THE FARMERS OF THE STATE OF SOUTH DAKOTA AND THE NORTH DAKOTA OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IN THIS  HISTORICAL ARTICLE IS PRESENTED AS IT WAS FOUND IN THIS HISTORICAL MAGAZINE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. THIS IS TRADITIONAL LUTHERAN HYMN AND THE ORIGINAL RELIGIOUS HYMN OF THE NATIVE AMERICAN INDIAN TRIBES OF SOUTH AND NORTH DAKOTA STATES, REGISTERED AND PUBLISHED IN ONE OF THE MOST REPUTABLE AGRICULTURAL MAGAZINES OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

AMERICAN COOPERATIVE JOURNAL JULY 1921