Of all the people in this little town,
There are none named Smith, or Jones or Brown;
But from the writer take a hunch,
They surely are a real good bunch.

In this little town behind the hill,
They have an elevator and a mill,
A hardware and a grocery store,
Garage, cheese factory and some more.

They do a lot of business there,
Selling groceries, lumber and hardware;
They also buy our cows and pigs,
And fix our autos and our rigs.

They sell us good machinery too,
Which sure looks good to me and you.
And harness, rope, and binder twine,
In Scioto you can find.

They also grind our rye and oats,
To make some chop to feed our shoats;
And corn and meal too, they also make,
Which is real good for Johnny cake.

They also have a factory, too,
Where they make cheese for me and you;
Our chickens and our corn they but,
Also our barley, oats and rye.

They also have a saw mill there,
And bring logs to saw from everywhere,
For reaches, wagon tongues and such,
And then they don't cost you so much.

They have a shipping company there
And they buy up stock from everywhere.
Among the members who belong,
They are about 200 strong.

They have two streets, paved with cement;
If you go there on business bent,
You won't get stuck while in the town,
As on the streets you drive again.

And so you see for a small town,
Those fellows there, do things up brown,
In that little town of Scioto Mills,
Out in Harlem among the hills.

Contributed by Karen Fyock from a February 28, 1928 clipping