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Bella Vista Lyrics and other poems
Ode to Bentonville, the Beautiful


The county seat of Benton
   Is a lively little ville,
And to every Arkansawyer
   It exactly fills the bill.

Located in the center
   Of a lovely clime,
It bids the tourist enter
   And see its scenes sublime;

Come build his summer villa
   Away from sordid care
High upon the mountain side
   And breathe the mountain air,

Or down beside a rivulet
   That sparkles from a spring,
Where you can eat its bounties
   And feel just like a king.

The merchants of the quiet town
   Are strictly up to date
They have exactly what you want
   And you don't have to wait.

They serve you there a double reel
   And help you through the door,
And make a feller kinder feel
   He oughter bought some more.

Here you can get the latest news
   Up at the toyland store:
All magazines, it beats the Jews
   And bric a brac galore.

Her counting house is full of gold
   That serves a friendly hand,
Moves everything that's to be sold
   To make a happy land.

Her preachers are the very best,
   Her teachers up-to-date,
Her courts knock thugdom galley west,
   Her doctor's rank "first rate."

Her factories and printing plants
   Are running over with snap;
Her garbage men like busy ants
   And realty, sure get your sap.

Her lawns and parks are beauty spots
   And restful with their shade,
Her sparkling spring, for-get-me-nots
   Of her verdant everglade.

This is a valued shipping place,
   Three hundred cars a year;
Pack all their fruits with wondrous grace
   And hurry far and near.

Her fruits are known throughout the West
   From Bentonville to sea,
But where they stand the acid test
   Is in the mart of Bella V.

That sparkles on her regal crown
   Upon her seven hills
That scatters diamonds on her gown
   And sings her sweetest trills.

They work together in the fight
   The mother and the plain,
The daughter of the dancing light
A swinging to her swain.

That thrill the tourists from afar
   Who flock to see their charms
Embraced just like a double star
   Within each others arms.


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