What is't that ails the people, Joe?
They're in a kurious way,
For every where 1 chance to go,
There's nothing but O.K.
They do not use the alphabet,
What e'er they wish to say,
And all the letters they forget,
Except the o. and k.
I've seen them on the Atlas' page,
And also in the Post,
When both were boiling o'er with rage,
To see which fibbed the most.
The Major has kome off the best;
The Kernel is surprised!
The one it seems meant oll korrect,
The other, oll kapsized!
Processions have been all the go,
And illuminations tall;
Hand bills were headed with K. o.,
Which means, they say, kome oll!
The way the people sallied out,
Was a kaution to the lazy;
And when o. K. I heard them shout,
I thought it meant oll krazy.
They say that Blair, the editor,
Is o. K. off to Kuba,
But what it is he's gone there for,
Is nothing but false rumor.
K. K., the konkered kandidate,
Must yield to freedom's right;
He's a handsome man, but K. K. K.,
He kuuld not kome it kwite!