Dirt and snow come out to play

Like two little girls in an oiltown.

Having no store bought toys of their own,

They take sashes from their mother's gown

And tie them around tumbleweeds,

And the girls pretend 

They have fancy French poodles

To walk up and down the one street

In Breckinridge, Texas, in 1953.

And sometimes the wind blows snow,

And sometimes the wind blows dirt,

But the wind will walk your dogs

Up and down Main Street for you,

Or First, or whatever it's called now,

Because you will always have the poor,

And the wind will always blow.

-jenn