Home on the Range, get past the first verse, there is real poetry in this familiar old song.

HOME ON THE RANGE

II
How often, at night, when the heaven is bright
With the light from flickering stars,
Do I lie there amazed, and ask as I gaze,
"Does their glory exceed that of ours?"

III
Where the air is so pure, and the zephyrs so free,
And the breezes so balmy and light,
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright.

IV
Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Drifts lazily down to the stream,
And the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.