While we're at it, we have a sort of a cowboy song we'd like to do
  for ya. This is a song that deals with the rapidly approaching 200th
  birthday of the united states of america, ladies and gentlemen. This
  is a song that warns you in advance, that next year, everybody is
  gonna try and sell you things that maybe you shouldn't ought to buy,
  and not only that, they've been planning it for years. The name of
  this song is (pardon me), Poofters Froth, Wyoming, Plans Ahead.
  
  Poofters Froth, Wyoming,
  March Eleven Sixty-Seven
  Take a letter, Miss Abetter
  as our pigeons will be homin'.
  
  To our jobbers in Dakota
  And to Merwyn, Minnesota
  This is merely just a note about
  Performance to our quota
  
  Well, we've all come out to show dem,
  And the Elks have helped us
  Load 'em
  Little packets full of jackets
  Little rackets, little rackets
  
  Little Poofter-Cloth Appointments
  Little Pofter's Froth Anointments
  Little hoods, little goods
  Little doo-dads from the woods
  
  The entire stock is shipping
  Oh our shod is hardly slipping
  To the markets of the world
  Our wrinkled pennants are unfurled!
  
  T-shirt racks, rubber snacks,
  Poster rolls with matching tacks
  Yes, a special beer for sports
  (and aper cups that hold two quarts)
  
  Everything a nation needs
  For making hoopla while it feeds
  The trash compactos, small reactors,
  Mowers, blowers, throwers & the glowers:
  
  This is Buy-Cent-Any-All Salute(HYULK!)
  Two hundred years have gone ka-poot!
  Ah but we have been astute!
  Signed: Anon. - Wyo. Galoot!