In the tiny town of Snowflake
before the train made it to town,
there was a righteous group of miners
who hoped to spread some wealth around.
Niobium was their ambition,
niobium was what they sought
to build their palaces and gardens
and pay for all the things they bought.
Nowadays it's used in welding
or sometimes alloyed into steel
but in the days we now consider
there was universal appeal.
So when the miners hit a gusher
and pure niobium appeared
they thanked the heavens for their fortune
and rolled out their kegs of beer.
A grand hotel came in to Snowflake
so did the track and Jenny Lind,
the river rats and carpetbaggers,
houses of worship and of sin.
But all too soon the rush was ended,
rare earth barons all but done,
they packed their things and followed fashion
and went in search of tantalum
If you go today to Snowflake,
book a room and do behold
the glory of the bygone ages
when niobium was gold.