The devil wanted a place on earth
Sort of a summer home
A place to spend his vacation
Whenever
he wanted to roam.
So he picked out Texas
A place both wretched and rough
Where the climate
was to his liking
And the cowboys hardened and tough.
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He dried up the streams in the canyons
And ordered no rain to fall
He dried up the lakes in
the valleys
Then baked and scorched it all. �
Then over his barren country
He transplanted
shrubs from hell.
The cactus, thistle and prickly pear
The climate suited them well.
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Now the home was much to his liking
But animal life, he had none.
So he created crawling creatures
That all mankind would shun. �
First he made the rattlesnake
With it's forked poisonous tongue.
Taught it to strike and rattle
And how to swallow it's young.
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Then he made scorpions and lizards
And the ugly old horned toad.
He placed spiders of every
description
Under rocks by the side of the road. �
Then he ordered the sun to shine hotter,
Hotter
and hotter still.
Until even the cactus wilted
And the old horned lizard took ill.
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Then he gazed on his earthly kingdom
As any creator would
He chuckled a little up his sleeve
And admitted that it was good. �
'Twas summer now and Satan lay
By a prickly pear to rest.
The
sweat rolled off his swarthy brow
So he took off his coat and vest.
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"By Golly," he finally panted,
"I did my job too well,
I'm going back to where I came from,
Texas is hotter than Hell."
**Author Unknown**
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