New York is big and very busy.
With scrapers to the sky.
When I go there I get all dizzy
Because the’re so very high.
New York is straight and honest and strong,
It is the eastern gate.
Come all now and join the throng,
It is a turn of fate.
Taxis wheel and weave and twist,
As they charge like cavaliers.
The buses come, they can’t be missed!
As they go through the city’s tiers. (more…)