Milton Creek - the New Sign

Leading his horse in the heat of the day Been gone a long time but he still knows the way Just a few shacks when he went for the gold He’d found a few nuggets but now he’s too old So, home to the town that he’s heard has expanded He’s also aware that the town’s been rebranded He knows he’s too late to catch up with the guy Who’d bid him farewell but now lives in the sky He stops on the trail by the boundary sign He don’t read-n-write but he knows the design He knows that the words on the board aren’t the same Must’ve been changed to display the new name “Howdy, Old timer,” a passerby said “The hotel’s just yonder for resting your head.” The prospector said, with a big toothless grin, “What’s the new name of this town that we’re in?” “It’s now ‘Milton Creek’, as it says on the sign It’s new name remembers a good friend of mine.” The old fella, grinning and shaking his head Said, “Milt said he’d live on long after he’s dead. “I used to tell him he was being absurd but he always was just as good as his word. To be sure that fella deserved the ovation But can we just rename the towns in this nation?” The passerby said, “There are them that makes rules And then there’s the ones that behave like their mules But sooner or later things get a bit rich And the mules all rear up and scratch at that itch “Soup Creek fell prey to the powers that scheme With lynchings and lashings an ongoing theme. There’s cells in the jailhouse where innocents dwell Soup Creek’s reputation had heard its death knell. “You see ‘Soup’ emerged as a four letter word, And good folk would tremble when e’er ‘Soup’ was heard. So we ditched the mouldy old cheese for best stilton And renamed our town to remember our Milton.” The prospector slapped on the passerby’s arm, “You think I just ran from the old funny farm? When you said ‘Stilton’ twas just for the rhyme.” The passerby grinned, “Fella… got it first time.”