I’m headin’ down South on the oregon trail,
So this poem is my last
For one long week, but cry not friends,
I’m sure it’ll go by fast.
I just hope we do not have
To ford a river crossing,
And that we don’t get dysentery
And can continue flossing.
And should our wagon wheel break
We’ll fix it by ourselves,
‘Cause trading with Indians is not politically correct,
And we can’t trade with elves.
And should we die along the way
We get to leave a tombstone
That tells others who come this way
That we did meet our doom-stone.
So farewell to those whose childhood
Was full of these Oregonian fails.
For those of you who don’t understand,
Here’s a link, and happy trails!