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A Record-smasher
"Hello! Killem, what's your record?"
"I haven't any; I broke it."
Kalamazoo
I OFTEN go backward in fancy
To a winter I long ago knew
In a town known to fame by its musical name,
Which the same it is Kalamazoo!
Where it got such a name I can't tell you,
But I've heard, and I doubt not 'tis true,
There's a mixture of Greek and of Choctaw and Creek
In the make-up of Kalamazoo.
Yet, although the name is so soothing.
The winters don't take the same cue;
They're rasping and rigid, they're frosty and frigid,
Those winters in Kalamazoo.
It stood twenty-eight below zero
And lasted a whole month or two;
My whiskers I froze and my nose and my toes,
That winter in Kalamazoo.
O Kalamazoozle—mazizzle—
Mazazzlo—mazeezle—mazoo!
That liquid, harmonious, easy, euphonious
Name known as Kalamazoo.
