S_ome people talk about "Noo Yo'k"_;
O_f Cleveland many ne'er have done_;
T_hey sing galore of Baltimore_,
C_hicago, Pittsburgh, Washington_.
O_thers unasked their wit have tasked_
T_o sound unending praise of Boston_--
O_f bean-vines found for miles around_
A_nd crooked streets that I get lost on_.
G_ive me no jar of truck or car_,
N_o city smoke and noise of mills_;
R_ather the slow Connecticut's flow_
A_nd sunny orchards on the hills_.
T_here like the haze of summer days_
B_efore the wind flee care and sorrow_.
I_n sure content each day is spent_,
U_nheeding what may come to-morrow_.