Kasota Stone supplier for the nation.
River city; the largest in Nicollet County.
Destroyed by a tornado, but fought to become better.
Old-fashioned, timeless, yet unknown.
City filled with hills everywhere.
They tell me you are small and I believe them for I�ve driven through
downtown in one minute flat.
They say that you are windy and full of hill and I say yes, I�ve jumped and
been blown down to my dorm.
They tell me you�re a farm town and I agree; I�ve definitely smelled those
pigs on windy days.
But they use those words to insult and point out ugliness so I turn to tell
them all the ways they�re wrong.
You are the one that almost had capital city fame, but now retain your
quaintness and friendly smiles.
You may not have one hundred restaurants, but your parks and family
owned businesses are much more enchanting.
You are charming as the prince who awoke Sleeping Beauty; as childlike as
a smiling little girl with blonde ringlets.
Sloping
Climbing
Growing
Patching
You can grin and snicker with your old buildings.
You can chortle and chuckle as a college student does.
You can giggle and crack-up at their idea of a city that won�t ever be as
pretty as you.
You will always laugh your old-fashioned, timeless, unknown laugh. You
are Kasota Stone supplier to the nation, destroyed by a tornado and
fought to become better, a river city, the largest in Nicollet county, city
filled with hills everywhere.