In Kalamazoo

                                  

There’s always something doing,

Way out in Kalamazoo;

There’s always trouble brewing

     Way out in Kalamazoo.

Each day the papers mention

With some degree of tension,

A murder or convention

     Way out in Kalamazoo.

For fame they’re always bidding,

     Way out in Kalamazoo;

Or else the scribes are kidding

     Way out in Kalamazoo;

We couldn’t, I’ve a notion,

We Pilgrims near the ocean,

Stand any such commotion

     As they, in Kalamazoo!

April 5, ‘09