ARTIST: Margaret MacArthur
TITLE: Them Stars
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Them stars, how often I've laid on the prairie
And watched 'em go sweeping around
My bronco a dozin' beside me and nary
A breeze nor a whisper of sound
I've learnt the main bunch of the heavenly ranches
There's Jupiter, Venus and Mars
Religion?  You don't know it's primary branches
If you ain't been alone with the stars

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Some clusters is branded, the Dipper, the Lion
The Eagle, the Serpent, the Bear
The Horns of the Bull and the Belt of Orion
And Cassie O'Whats-her-name's Chair
But lots of 'em's mav'ricks a-roamin' the ranges
Stampeded all over the sky
No part of the great panorama that changes
From winter to summer, and why?

Well maybe it's gospel and maybe he sold me
But here's the whole story at least
That Big Chief Citola, he told to me
The night of the corn-planting feast

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When all of the mountains were set in their stations
And threaded with canyons and rills
The star worlds, the last of the mighty creations
Was layin' in heaps on the hills
In masses of silver, gold and of copper
Shining and polished and new
Poured out on the granite like corn from the hopper
Awaitin' their place in the blue

First come the bear of the mountain who faces
The north from his cave afar
He lifted his paws to the heavenly spaces
And laid out his picture in stars
And then o'er the peaks of the western dominion
The eagle who battles the storm
Flew up to the heavens with star dusted pinions
And printed the line of his form

And next that the tribes and the nations should wonder
The buffalo leaped to the sky
That shag headed bison whose bellow is thunder
Emblazoned his image on high


And then come coyote, so crafty and clever
A scalawag all the way through
That yap-throated critical varmint who never
Is pleased with what other folks do
Says he, "Them stars was intended to brighten
The outermost reaches of night
And you go and use 'em in pictures to heighten
Your glory, and that isn't right"

Says he, "I'll show you how stars should be planted"
And he jumped in the glittering piles
He kicked and he gamboled, he danced and he rambled
And he scattered 'em millions of miles
So that's why they glimmer at sixes and sevens
Stampeded all over the vault
A lasting disgrace to the orderly heavens
And it's all that coyote chap's fault


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