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Show . CALL OF THE CITY. By L D. G. BenCey. . '.. Ive got to get back tp the city, My room where the trolley line curves; With "V trains orehead every minute That act like a dope on my nerves. I want to hear the fire bells ringing.. The rattlety-bang of the street, Where hawkers of fish and berries Their cries for more business repeat. I yearn for a wheezy hand organ, The blare of an almost brass band; To hear the kids screech their enjoyment And scoot at the copper's command. I wish for a racket of some kind. I'h stand for a neighborhood fight; Some drunks could sing under my window "It Looks Like a Big Night To-night." Ungrateful? Well maybe you've got me, The country is surely some fine; But lying awake in tho stillness, No, thank you, not any for mine. The katy-dids, frogs and the crickets With chorus, with solo or glee, May hit the real lovers of nature No lullaby in it for me. I've got to get back to the city, So tired am I, I could weep; I must have the soothing surroundings Wherein I may sleep, sleep and sleep. New York Sun. |