The little prairie dog popped his head up from the ground,
Cautious and careful he made not a sound.

And what did he think of as he started that new day?
That he should pack his belongings and move far away.

For gone were the vast stretches of land pure and pristine,
Now covered with the strangest things that he had ever seen.

There's too many people now in homes towering way too high.
You can't even see the white clouds or the awesome deep blue sky.

He'd heard stories about the settlers from long, long ago,
That chased away the red men and killed off all the buffalo.

Some came in things called wagons and more on the monster called a train,
Disturbing and changing the serenity of the prairie dogs domain.

They put in plants that turned to food which didn't sound so bad,
But kept it all for themselves which he thought very sad.

And as more and more came from across the great wide seas,
They moved onward to the forests and cut down all the trees.

He wondered why men needed so much just to stay alive?
When all he needed was his little hole and some food to survive.

The prairie dog confused lowered his head with a sigh,
"I guess I'll go back in my hole and let this madness pass me by.

For above the ground it's noisy, too busy and too fast,
Why couldn't things have stayed the way they had been in the past?"