Heading To Kalamazoo
We left on a Wednesday headed for Kalamazoo
Michael and I and my dog named Old Blue.
We were a tiny crew, and a teensy bit cuckoo
But at least we did not bring my brother True Boo.
Boo has a can do attitude, tis true
But he can be a pain with his choppy moo moo
Yes, he thinks he is a cow, and he wants to live in a zoo.
So we left him at home, which is what I meant to do.
We wanted to bring some lively beef stew
But my mother was busy doing an old lady’s hairdo.
So we had to survive on crackers thanks to that shrew.
But at least we had enough, as there was only us two.
Blue ate some dog stuff that we brought inside dad’s shoe.
He ate more than he should have, but that raft fairly flew.
Before you knew it, we had turned away from Kalamazoo
And we were heading home to taste mommy’s delicious beef stew.
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