Since Hadrian's Cleaning Up His Facebook

. . . I'll have to share this with him here. Browsing through The Pitch tonight while waiting for my Planet Sub and came across this:

George M. McCullough's forgotten classic "Cock-A-Doo-Dle-Do, I'm From Missouri." I feel so cockey for Missouri, the jubilant ditty goes. Once the song of the Kansas City chapter of the Ararat Shriners. . . . McCullough takes a swipe at book learning: Some fellows crow over what they know/But I crow because I'm from Missouri. Is there a more American idea than one's place of origin trumping what one knows? As self-flattering know-nothingism, McCullough's song ranks right up there with anything that state Rep. Cynthia Davis burps up. (She's still waiting on Obama's birth certificate.) In short, this jaunty tune captures something of Missouri's true spirit.

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