Written by Carlton Fitchett, a writer for the Seattle PI,
and sold to Ivar Haglund for a box of Cuban cigars.
As happy as a butter clam when tides are high I sing
A grateful ode to Puget Sound, the land of everything
I love it from Tulalip to Puyallup, Sequim and Pysht
And to the Dosewallips where so many times I've fished
From Brinnon to the Bogachiel, from Lummi to LaPush
And from the lordly Sol Duc to the lovely Duckabush
From Samish to Sammamish, Suquamish to Quilcene,
The climate that's so friendly, and the land that's evergreen
There's peace on the Skykomish, on the Queets and on the Hoh
There's calm on the Nisqually, born of ageless ice and snow
A land that nature loves so much it stays the whole year round
I'd trade a royal palace for a shack on Puget Sound
From Chimacum to Steilacoom where spouts the gooey duck
The singing Stillaguamish and the swirling Skookumchuck
From Mooclips to Copalis where the razor clams abound
A little bit of heaven is a shack on Puget Sound