"_Because of high temperatures and chinooks
Medicine Hat is menaced with an ice famine._"
They bask in the sunshine and purr like a cat,
The fortunate people of Medicine Hat.
Its climate is balmy in spite of the lat.;
You have a wrong notion of Medicine Hat.
At Christmas they sit on their porches and chat,
For it never gets chilly in Medicine Hat.
The Medicine Hatters all spoil for a spat
With any defamer of Medicine Hat;
They're ready and anxious to go to the mat
With any one scoffing at Medicine Hat.
The birds never migrate--they know where they're at,
For it always is summer in Medicine Hat.
No day that you can't use a heliostat;
Sunlight is eternal in Medicine Hat.
They're swatting the fly and the skeeter and gnat,
As frost never kills them in Medicine Hat.
His nature is skeptic, he's blind as a bat
Who can't see the beauties of Medicine Hat.
All jesting is flatulent, futile, and flat
That libels the climate of Medicine Hat.
Away with the knockers who knock it, and drat
The jokers who joke about Medicine Hat.
In short, it's the one, the ideal habitat.
Boy! buy me a ticket to Medicine Hat!
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According to the Milford Herald a young couple were married "under the
strain of Mendelssohn's wedding march."
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