By the Author of "Texas a Paradise" The Devil in Hell we're told was chained, And a thousand years he there remained, He neither complained nor did he groan, But determined to start a hell of his own. Where he could torment the souls of men, Without being chained in a prison pen, so he asked the Lord if he had on hand Anything left when he made this land. The Lord said, "Yes, I have plenty on hand, But I left down on the Rio Grande The fact is 'old boy' the stuff is so poor I don't think you can use it in hell any more." But the Devil went down to look at the truck And said if he took it as a gift he was stuck, For after examining it carefully and well. He concluded the place was too dry for a hell. So in order to get it off His hand The Lord promised the Devil to water the land, For He had some water or rather some dregs, A regular cathartic and smelled like bad eggs. Hence the trade was closed and the deed was given, And the Lord went back to his home in heaven The Devil said to himself "I have all that is needed, To make a good hell," and hence he proceeded. He began to put thorns all over the trees, And mixed up the sands with milions of fleas. He scattered tarantulas along the roads; Put thorns on cactus and horns on toads. He lengthened the horns of the Texas steers, And put an addition to the rabbit's ears; He put a little devil in the broncho steed And poisoned the feet of the centipede. The rattlesnake bits you, hte scorpipn stings, The mosquito delights you with his buzzing wings. The sandburs prevail and so do the ants And those who sit down need half soles on their pants. The Devil then said that throughout the land He'd arrange to keep up the Devil's own brand, And all shoudl be Mavericks unless they bore, Marks or scratches of bits and thorns by the score. The heat in the summper is one hundred and ten. Too hot for the Devil and too hot for men; The wild Boar roams through the black chaparral; 'Tis a hell of a place that he has for a hell.