LaGrange is a village on the Wyoming plains
(a state that's free with its wind but not with its rains.)
We're surrounded by ranches where cowboys you'll meet,
And farms with vast acreages and great strips of wheat.
To the west - Bear Mountain, to the North, ‘Sixty-Six’
And folks in our town are an interesting mix.
We have contractors, plumbers, guys who dig trenches,
Realtors and teachers and mechanics with wrenches.
There are guys who climb windmills and preachers - a score!
(There Is a Bible school here with students galore.)
A maintenance man sees that our town's trim and neat,
And the clerk's at the hall where the town fathers meet.
There's an athletic field and a rodeo ground
And our Mini Fair is known for miles all around.
Churches, library and a post office, of course,
A nice senior center and a bar - the "Dead Horse".
There's a grocery store here with caf in the back
Where the hamburgers and fries are better'n Big Mac
There's an elevator here to handle our grain
And they send out a truck to deliver Propane.
Our fire trucks, they are manned by some great volunteers
And we have trained EMTs who quiet our fears.
We have a busy tree farm and two new gas pumps.
We're a great little town - and we've only two grumps!
We're on Road 151 out here on the range
So stop in to see us - we will show you LaGrange!
Written by Betty Jo Mathis 5/05