Over three faces a sad smile flew,
And they edged away from Kalamazoo.
But Gotham’s haughty soul was stirred
To crush the stranger with one small word;
Deftly hiding reproof in praise,
She cries, “’Tis, indeed, a lovely vaze!”
But brief her unworthy triumph, when
The lofty one from the home of Penn,
With the consciousness of two grandpapas,
Exclaims, “It is quite a lovely vahs!”