Take me back to dear Grace City
Where the air is
pure and sweet;
Where the people are so pleasant
They will
meet you with a greet.
Where the water is so healthy,
And as cold and
clear as ice;
Come and make your home among us,
You will
think it very nice.
Come and camp at Lake Juanita,
Where fishing is
so fine,
Catching perch and pike and pickerel,
With some
bait, hook and line.
Here are ducks and geese and chickens,
That
will make the hunter smile,
When you see the game before you,
You will want to stay awhile.
If you are a hustling farmer,
And are seeking
for some land,
Here is black loam in plenty,
Minus Alkalai
and sand.