With any one scoffing at Medicine Hat.
[p 159]
]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