Maxinkuckee  

The poets sing of the Emerald Isle,
With waters entrancingly fair;
And Switzerland boasts of her Gem of the Alps.
Resplendent with beauty so rare,
Though over and over the world I go,
There's beauty on every hand I know,
And countless joys to be found, but Oh!
'Tis Fair Maxinkuckee for me.

Oh! Let us go boating
Go merrily floating
Over the crystal waves we'll glide
and from care by free.
Oh! Here is a trasure.
Here's joy without measure,
I am so lucky and Fair Maxinkuckee's the place for me.

The miser may joy in the gliter of gold,
The golfer may dote on his tee,
The chauffeur may boast of the speed of the wind, -
All these have their pleasures I see.
But, give me a boat in the flowing breeze,
Or grant me the shade of the spreading trees,
Or, catching fish with delightful case
On Fair Maxinkuckee for me.

All Cleveland may boast of her big millionaires,
And Boston her culture and beans,
And Washington talk of her beautiful streets,
New York her society queens,
But, aye, 'tis the beauty so grandly rare,
And beautiful lillies beyond compare,
Of Fair Maxinkuckee for me.

Frank C. Hutson