Poems, Songs and Lyrics from Yellowstone Savages!



(To be sung to the tune of "Do You Hear What I Hear?")

Said the customer to the counter girl,
"Would you serve me ice tea,
in a 12-ounce glass, counter girl?
Would you serve me ice tea?
In a glass, a sparkling 12-ounce glass?
My mouth is as parched as can be.
My mouth is as parched as can be."

Said the counter girl to the D.M.O.,
"Wash a glass for ice tea.
Wash a 12-ounce glass, if you please.
Wash a glass for ice tea.
Hes getting mad, hes really getting tead.
Wont you wash me a glass fore he leaves?
Wont you wash me a glass fore he leaves?"

Said the D.M.O. to the counter girl,
"George dropped our glass for ice tea.
We have no 12-ounce glass for iced tea.
George dropped our glass for iced tea.
He went for more but dropped them on the floor.
We wont have more for a week.
We wont have more for a week."

Said the counter girl to the customer,
"Are you still alive, sir,
clutching at your throat, customer?
Are you still alive, sir?
Youre very pale, your eyes are sunken in.
I will get you the nurse if shes in.
But the chances will be one in ten."

Said the counter girl to the customer,
"Does this mean no tip, sir,
on my counter bare, customer?
Does this mean no tip, sir?
Youre overcharged, Im grossly underpaid.
I think weve both been had by Y.P.
So its not all my fault you can see."

Said Bob Wright to the flustered counter girl,
"You did your job quite well, girl,
Saving our iced tea, counter girl.
Our food costs almost nil, girl.
But George must go, our stock is getting low.
His Thursday check will instead be a bill.
He performs for us best standing still."

By Jim Baker, with a little help from Gail Sime & Brian Boroughs
Songwriters Extraordinaire, 1971

Hark the Herald Angels Shout

Hark the Herald Angels shout
Eighteen days till I get out.
No more sex, and no more drinking
Back to school and serious thinking.

Gone are days so wild and free
Working here at Ole YP
Now I must go back to be
A symbol of Virginity

Hark the Herald Angels shout
Eighteen more days till I get out.

(Passes along to Wayne Thoresen by Sigrid Hagerstrand)

Lyrics for "Twas the Nightmare Before Christmas"


by Cindy Danielson

Oh, take me back
Please take me back

Back to broad meadows
patch-worked in lupine blue,
red paintbrush, white Anne's
lace, and emerald green grasses

Back to sun-dappled trails,
soft needle-footed 'neath tall, tall trees
beckoning quietly onward to those
precious, hidden places

Back to wild rivers where busy birds
swoop low over laughing waters
in sweet, clear elevated air
below an achingly blue sky

Back to night breezes that would
brush the skin like soft, dark velvet
as we'd lie looking up at a canopy
of stars too impossibly numerous to count

Back to a time where
Time was so plentiful
that it was spent freely, joyfully
with not so much as a thought for "later on"

Oh, take me back
Please take me back
and let me walk the treasured
pathways of my memory
just once more.
CAD 2/26/04

 This song was sent to Gary Henderson by Kathe Johnson Schaffler. It was performed by a group of Canyon Village Savages that got together in the late-60's to sing folk songs. They called themselves The Villagers.

Villagers Song - "On My 20th Summer"

 These poems were sent to Gary Henderson by Sylvia Seltzer Hougland. Sylvia Seltzer and Curt Hougland met at Old Faithful the summer of 1958. Curt had already worked at the Inn for the previous three summers, so he was familiar with the excitement of a summer at Old Faithful. Sylvia fell for Curt that summer and a year or two after Yellowstone they married and stayed together until he passed 50 years later.

Poetry Yellowstone
by Sylvia Seltzer Hougland

Knowing what one wants is an impossible task, at least for me
It was the 50s, and I wanted to be an independent woman, I did not want to marry right away
I longed for sex, to find someone I could do it with , that I could trust
Where I was safe without consequences or responsibilities

Maybe that is really why I took a job in Yellowstone Park, as a waitress, and a very bad one at that
It was for my generation like a semester abroad
I would no longer be a good girl, an excellent student and a perky friend to all the guys
I wanted/needed to lose my virginity before too much time passed

Then I saw him, blonde, and big and tall, quiet and mysterious, a football player
Hed been a Bell Boy for four years, one of the elite at Old Faithful, the Inn you know
Each night, he came by and said, If you get off in time I'll buy you a drink
But he was never there.

So I asked him, in that 50s little girl voice, How about buying that drink?
(Just barely restraining myself from saying Big Guy)
He said, Not tonight, I have a poker game."
I knew, right then and there, I wanted him.

What a challenge, At last, someone worthy of a fling.


What I didnt know is what would happen when the agnostic, liberal, Jewish girl from the Bay Area married the over-churched, Methodist boy from Goodland, Kansas ,
Who would have known it would last for 50 years.


I dont know how other couples remember their songs
We never could so we made them up.
For the 50th we chose three that the Massachusetts band might be able to play
Oh, Lonesome Me, from when we met at West Yellowstone (in the Teepee Bar)
Bob Marleys, Is this Love that we could sing in unison
We tried Ravel but it was not so singable
Then out of nowhere he chose, Johnny Mathis, Ive grown Accustomed to Your Face.

Now where the hell did that come from?


I really did not lose my virginity at Yellowstone Park,
It was still too scary and he took no for the real answer,
It was tough, what if you got pregnant, or your Mom found out, or your underpants had a hole in them?
So, he asked me to marry him, come to the Clift Hotel for a secret tryst, he had a surprise
An engagement ring, a bottle of Champaign, two chocolates and the original Joy of Sex in paperback with pictures purchased at the PX
What a Romantic.

I never ever knew why I had wasted all that time (except it was the 50s)