Oh, give me a home
Where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Home, home on the range;
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Oh, give me a land
Where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down the stream;
Where the graceful white swan
Goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.

Home, home on the range;
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Oh, the air is so pure,
The zephyrs so free,
The breezes so balmy and bright,
That I would not exchange
My home on the range
For all the cities so bright.

Home, home on the range;
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Oh, often at night
When the heavens are bright
With the light of glittering stars,
Have I stood there amazed
And asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours.

Home, home on the range;
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Knock Knock
Who’s there?
WendyWendy who?
Wendy last time you took a bath?