President Hoover’s place of birth
In Iowa is found
And that is where we stopped today
To explore all around
We saw the forge his father worked
And saw his place of birth
In that small house’s line of sight
He’s buried in the earth
Next to his wife of many years
In understated grave
But we remember his long life
That he in service gave
An orphan at the age of ten
To distant cousins sent
Who would have guessed he’d be someday
Elected president
America’s a land of dreams
And if we sweat and strive
Working like Herbert Hoover did
We’ll keep that dream alive