Readers: I received this poem, written by former Lt. Governor Bill Hobby, and immediately emailed him and asked his permission to share it with you. He agreed. Thanks Governor Hobby!
By Bill Hobby
Sweet Austin, capital of the Lone Star State,
What have we done to earn this grisly fate?
Why do you make of us a state of fools?
To save a buck you close our schools.
Because research and scholars you do mock
Once proud, higher ed is now a laughing stock.
North and South, East and West
Our highways were once the best.
Now, because of what you’re doin’
You’ll let them go to rack and ruin.
By now we should have learned to be wary
Of those that gave us Clements, Craddick, Perry.
King Richard Perry—the motto of his reign:
If at first you don’t secede, try, try again.
The springs over which he rules have run dry in fact,
But, never fear, the Rainy Day Fund’s intact!
O for the glorious days when our Lone Star’s light
Shed on the likes of Briscoe, Richards, and White.
Once famed, our glories melt away,
Now that the radical right holds its sway.
From the Llano Estacado to the Rio Grande
This land is your land, this land is my land.
The Lone Star dips slowly into mire.
On dune and headland sinks the fire.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!