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William T. Cox's
“ T H E    H O D A G    A N D   O T H E R   T A L E S    O F   T H E   L O G G I N G   C A M P S ”
(  90th  A N N I V E R S A R Y    H Y P E R T E X T   E D I T I O N  )
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But it grew up like a mushroom, continues
          now to grow.
Well may our state be proud of you, charm-
          ing, young Antigo.
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And where then was the playing ground,
          for rabbit, mole and fawns
The beholder now sees gardens and smiling,
          verdant lawns.
Where then stood the sugar maple, now big
          potatoes grow
In the fruitful Spring Brook valley, near
          pretty Antigo.
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And where the fretful porcupine then
          climbed the maple trees,
Now, wide grain fields, bright and golden,
          nod in the summer breeze.
Where partridges then were drumming, now
          Leghorn roosters crow
Near that striving, pretty city, charming
          young Antigo.
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Oh Antigo, Oh Antigo, fair city of the vale,
May your prospects ne’er be blighted, your
          progress never fail.
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You may roam the country over from Maine
          to Idaho
And you'll not find nicer people than dwell
          in Antigo.
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Where then, the sluggish oxen trod along
          the crooked trail
And the sloppy, muddy “Tote Roads”
          throughout this pleasant vale
Now motor cars and bicycles are flitting to
          and fro
In the pleasant Spring Brook valley on
          streets of Antigo.
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But the Spring Brook crystal waters move
          leisurely along
And they tell the same old story and sing
          the same old song,
Where there stood the sugar maples, now
          sawmill whistles blow
In the active Spring Brook valley, surround-
          ing Antigo.
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