Though you embark
For your New Yark,
Sing us a saga
Of Old Chicaga.
It isn’t a pritty,
Exactly, city;
It’s no East Indie,
But it is windy.
It’s full of pranksters,
Like Molls end Gangsters,
And things in a Museum
(I’d like to seeum)…
We’ll visit Shedd’s Aquarium
And Adler’s Planetarium;
We ‘ll see Queens end Consuls ,
We’ll sunburn our tonsils;
We’ll see some Burlesque babies peeled;
We’ll maybe visit Marshal Field.
We’ll bunk in a Hotel ,
If all things go well.
Chicago sounds like–tell me–is it?
A rootin’ tootin’ place to visit!
by Ray Romine Friday, October 18, 1946