From The Conductor and Brakeman, Volume 20 (page 516)

TEXAS A PARADISE
[By the author of "Hell in Texas," two years later after the drouth was broken.]

The Lord said He wished to show
To His erring children here below
That he had plenty in His store
For those who knocked at Heaven's door

And hence would give to some bright land
Samples of blessings from His right hand
And if you think there's cause to doubt it
Just listen to how God reasoned about it

These gifts I can't give to the states in the East
The weather's too damp for both man and beast
And the Northern states I consider together
I made a mistake when I made up their weather

For in blizzards and cyclones tornadoes and cold
No one can enjoy good gifts I am told
'Tis too cold, hence westward I will go
To the land where the fig and orange trees grow

For here it is true is a beautiful land
But there is the fogs and the dust and the sand
And those who enjoy these gifts as they must
Can't do it in the sand and the fogs and the dust

At last reaching Texas, a state of some size
He decided to give her His capital prize
And opening wide His bountiful hand
He dispensed His blessings all over the land

And hence we enjoy as these blessings of ours
Ten months in the year of the most beautiful flowers
And nights most delightful fanned by the breeze
That comes sweeping across her from over the seas

And Italy's skies with our own won't compare
Nor there land more fertile nor ladies more fair
And the grasses that grow on these ranges of ours
Are kept beautifully green by the sweet summer showers

And as we know, to enjoy our wealth
We must first secure the blessings of health
That health you can have if you come here in time
And enjoy the rich blessings of this sunny clime

And now to our friends in the East, North, and West
We want you to come here and with us be blest
For God never intended that we all alone
Should enjoy all these blessings that He has bestown.