Gwen Petersen
Big Timber, Mont.

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March 3, 2014
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Gwen Petersen: In a Sow’s Ear 3-3-14

“I’m ticked off, I’m furious, I’m spittin’ nails!” grumbled Savannah.

“Oh, oh,” I said, knowing that when Savannah has a mad on, I’ll get to hear about it. “What’s goin’ on?” I asked.

“Those new neighbors next to my ranch ... they think they own the world. They think they can push us ranchers around. They think ...” Samantha raved on.

I had to sympathize with her. It’s a steam-rolling trend that’s likely not going to dwindle or go away. Here’s a ditty that more or less describes Samantha’s resentment.

Little Old Sod Mansion In The West

(Tune: Little Old Sod Shanty On My Claim)

Oh, we come from the Big Cities

and from Cal-i-forn-i-a,

Lookin’ for safe haven from the scary world.

And we brought our City moola

for to buy the perfect spot,

In this western land so pleasantly rural.

Oh, we purchased many acres all

along the Yellowstone,

Built a fancy mansion for our little nest.

And we put up no trespassing signs

to keep out hoi polloi,

In our Little Old Sod Mansion in the West.

Cho ...

Oh, the ranchers that surround us

and the farmers we might add,

Very often gaze in awe at

what we’ve wrought.

And we love to set examples for

how all things ought to be,

So we do our best to see that they are taught.

And we made a lovely fish pond

using water from the ditch,

Which we knew was surely better

than for hay.

And we stopped the irrigation

when it muddied up the road,

Where we go for jogging exercise each day.

When the rancher down the way installed

some wind farm whirling blades,

So we sued him interfering with our view.

As a pleasant peasant he should know

that when it comes to choice,

That us City Folk, we know

what’s best to do.

Cho ...

Oh, the ranchers that surround us

and the farmers we might add,

Very often gaze in awe at what

we’ve wrought.

And we love to set examples for

how all things ought to be,

So we do our best to see that they are taught.

Oh, our City Dogs run freely

in this rolling prairie land,

And they merrily chase livestock

up the draw.

And those ranchers get their rifles

and they shoot our darling pets,

And it makes us so doggone mad,

we call the law.

And when we tell the sheriff that

these ranchers done us wrong,

He just claims the law is on the ranchers’ side.

But we City Folk we join together,

try to vote him out,

Put in someone we City Folk can guide.

Cho ...

Oh, the ranchers that surround us

and the farmers we might add,

Very often gaze in awe at what

we’ve wrought.

And we love to set examples for

how all things ought to be,

So we do our best to see that they are taught.

Ahhhhh- mennnn ... ❖


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