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Neath spreading oak and pine tree tall " A tin can tourist" in the Fall Puts up his tent and plans to stay In Florida till Blooming May. And soon another tourist comes. They meet and greet like old time chums, They tell new jokes and make new plans, And mess from out the same tin cans. Then other tourists come along. The camp force now is growing strong Cars from the North, the East, the West, Bring weary tourists seeking rest. All happy in this flowery glade Beneath the broad oaks welcome shade They're singing songs and making plans And piling up the empty cans. And ere the blooming May comes round They'll buy a piece of fertile ground And mark it off in streets and squares And every tourist take some shares, For they will build a city here When they come back another year Just as the "tin can tourist" plans When he piles up the empty cans. |
