Pocatello doesn't have an official city song. Or poem. You ever try to rhyme something with "Pocatello"? Fellow? Jell-O? Bellow? Yellow?

Out in Pocatello
A really friendly fellow
Who's very, very mellow
Is often heard to bellow
"Give me lots of Jell-O
And you better make it yellow!

Thanks, no. Even worse would be

Oh take me back to Pocatello
Where you'll find the UP tracks,
That's why the snow is often yellow
Where the trainmen spell their names.

Anyway, the Legion did get back into town early this morning, most of them. They arrived via cattle car (a 40 & 8 the State had obtained as surplus after WW1) and were glad to be out of durance vile. Immediately casting off their brown and yellow robes they made for The Bourbon Barrel, which was fumigated twenty minutes later by police tear gas.

I'll consult the Colonel-General today about the Schenectady issue. That official city song alone may be excuse enough for a pre-emptive strike.