So he picked out Arizona
A place both wretched and rough
Where the climate was to his liking
And the cowboys hardened and tough.

He dried up the lakes and the valleys
Then burned and scorched it all,
He dried up the streams in the canyons
And ordered no rain to fall.

Then over this barren desert
He transplanted shrubs from hell,
The cactus, thistle and prickly pear,
The climate suited them well.

Now the home was much to his liking
But animal life he had none.
So he created crawling creatures
That all mankind would shun.

First he made the rattlesnake
With its forked poisonous tongue,
Taught it to strike and rattle
And how to swallow its young.

Then he ordered the sun to shine hotter
Hotter and hotter still
Until even the cactus wilted
And the horned toad looked ill.

Then he gazed on his earthly kingdom
As any creator would,
He chuckled a little up his sleeve
And admitted it was good.

Twas summer now, and Satan
Lay by a prickly pear to rest.
The sweat rolled off his swarthy brow
So he took off his coat and vest.

“By golly,” he finally panted,
“I did my job well.
I’m going back to where I came from,
Arizona is hotter than hell!!!”