Be he ever so humble, there’s no rodent like the prairie dog. Hear his chirp (of Haiku fame) and it brings back the sound of Bill Monroe pining for Kentucky on his trusty mandolin and the smell of coffee grounds mulling in rainwater over a rhythmic campfire.
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Be he ever so humble, there’s no rodent like the prairie dog. Hear his chirp (of Haiku fame) and it brings back the sound of Bill Monroe pining for Kentucky on his trusty mandolin and the smell of coffee grounds mulling in rainwater over a rhythmic campfire.