What's a Cyclome Fighter
I jumped up to my feet and hollered, "Blow! Ha! Ha! Blow, wind! Blow!
I'm a Cyclome! Ha! I'm a Cyclome!"
"Are you and me still Cyclome Fighters?"
"We lost this first round, didn't we?" Papa laughed under the raincoat till cellars heard him ten blocks around. "But well make it! Just as soon's I get a little whiff of fresh air. Well make 'er here in a minute! Won't we, manure head?"
"Mama an' Grandma's better Cyclome Fighters than we are!" I laughed and snorted into the slush pool under my nose. "They done got to th' storm cellar, an' left us in a 'nure hole! Ha!"
Bound for Glory.
Guthrie, Woody, 1912-1967.