Way out west where the prickly pear grows,
lived an old man who only had 9 toes.
Seems a javalina wanted one for lunch,
when it got the chance it took it with a munch.
Life in the desert is different from the city,
for out in the sonoran no one gives you pity.
With the hot sun beating down upon your head
if you run out of water the next thing is your dead.
The snakes are hiding quietly amongst the desert rocks,
if your not to careful one may bite you through your socks.
And if that ain't enough there's scorpions that will sting,
then there's monsoon storms that always come in spring.
Yes that old sonoran desert that runs through the southwest,
is home for me old sam the old man thats possessed.
The desert cactus that flowers are pretty to your view,
but if you step on one, the thorn goes through your shoe.
It seems everything grows wild within this here desert,
along with the critters that make sure you stay alert.
But there is still beauty in all of this here land,
like the setting of the sun which is always grand.
Many colored wild flowers cover everything in spring,
the splendor of a sunset which makes your heart just sing.
Yes mother nature protects all that she has made,
and all that lives out here knows where to find the shade.
Yes the desert sage may dry up and become a tumbleweed,
and with a dust devil they can pick up lots of speed.
The road runner runs along like the quail with her young,
and our Native American brothers speak another tongue.
All these things live in harmony along with mother earth,
I hope nothing destroys this for it is beyond any worth.
God made this desert land with all its natural beauty
and we must protect its balance because it is our duty.
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