The Oregon Trail
The song Happy Birthday
keeps running through my
head,
from the time I get up,
till the time I go to bed.
Our Nature Group “heads
west
on the Oregon Trail.”
They made up the words
and sing them so well.
To the Happy Birthday tune
with my uke, I play along,
as we sing out the words
of their made-up song.
We sing about picking up
buffalo chips for the fire,
eating beans and white
rice
and how of walking, they
tire.
Chasing butterflies,
Playing with their dog,
Running through the
prairie,
Jumping off a log.
When their wagon train
went down a steep hill,
one of their Conestogas
took a nasty spill.
So far there’s seven verses.
I’m sure there’ll be more,
by the time their shoebox
wagons
meet the Pacific shore.
