Whenever I walk in a New York street, I step very lively and speed up my feet; I don't gaze at stars, And the masses of cars, That dash round the corners all ready to bump The tar out of some unsuspecting poor chump, Go back to garages, In vain their barrages, And I have escaped from cuts, bruises, and scars. And the taxicabs honk to each other, "She's ours, As soon as she tries to get on the street cars." The big cars chime in with the Avenue bus, "It's far more distinguished to be hit by us." But if you are taxi-ing out with a beau, You're like to forget the pedestrian's woe, But still since it's apt to remain in your mind And little girls never should fail to be kind, Just call to the driver to go in the park; The driving is safer there after it's dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LOVE COULD WALK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES GOOD AND BAD LUCK by HEINRICH HEINE UPON THE DEATH OF SIR ALBERT MORTON'S WIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS BLESSING THE LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON LILIES: 12. 'YET I ENDURE.' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |