The Arkansas Traveler
Far and far away down in Arkansas
There lived a squatter with a stubborn jaw;
His nose was ruby red and his whiskers gray,
And he would sit and fiddle all the night and all the day.
Came a travler down the valley
Asked if he could find a bed.
"Yes, try the road," the kindly squatter said;
"And could you point me out the way to find a tavern or an inn?"
"Quite a little piece, I reckon, though I've never been."