Treasure Island

Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Oklahoma County Fair


While driving on our red dirt roads
Stop and visit our Country Fair
Everything from flowers to animals
Local folks bring here to share

The 4-H kids work very hard
With animals that they adore
They scrub and brush the furry coats
Even sweep and clean up the floor

The treasured animals are their heart and soul
They tend them with the strongest pride
When they show their pets you can see it on their faces
As they walk them with a long even stride

So stop on by folks and enjoy our fair
You’ll have a wonderful day
Oklahoma’s red dirt Country Fair
So much fun that you’ll want to stay.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Edited: Monday, February 28, 2011
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