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[Newspaper clipping]

It Isn't Your Town -- It's You!

If you want to live in the kind of a town
Like the kind of a town you like,
You needn't slip your clothes in a grip
And start on a long, long hike.
You'll only find what you left behind,
For there's nothing that's really new.
It's a knock at yourself when you knock your town.
It isn't the town -- it's YOU.

Real towns are not made by men afraid
Lest somebody gets ahead,
When everyone works and nobody shirks,
You can raise a town from the dead.
And if while you make your personal stake,
Your neighbors can make one, too,
Your town will be what you want to see.
It isn't the town -- it's YOU.