From roaring bulls that tossed the sand
And pawed the lilies from the land.
There came a third young man. He came
From far and famous Boston town.
He was not handsome, was not “game,”
But he could “cook a goose” as brown
As any man that set foot on
The sunlit shores of Oregon.
This Boston man he taught the school,
Taught gentleness and love alway,