Classic Poem

Manhattan, Manhattan,
Manhattan, Manhattan,
Manhattan madness,
You've got me at last.
I'm like a fly upon a steeple
Watching seven million people
Do a rhythm
That draws me with 'em.
Manhattan, Manhattan,
Manhattan, Manhattan,
Manhattan madness,
You're going too fast.
I'm like a baby on a rocker
Watching Father Knickerbocker
Being busy,
I'm getting dizzy.
When shadows creep,
In my bed I tumble,
But never sleep,
For I hear the rumble
In the street,
The tramping of feet
That haunt me the whole night long.
And through the day
I'm watching the drama
That people play
In your panorama,
And I hear
In tones very clear
The sound of your restless song.
Subways below and trains above racing,
Packed with humanity,
Taxis and trucks and trolley cars chasing,
Busy as they can be.
Steaming machines and riveters grating,
Motors instead of men.
Buildings go up with wrecking crews waiting
To tear them down again.
Newsies that shout sensational headlines,
Children that scream and yell,
Whistles and bells and siren horns blowing,
Pistols that crack and roar,
Traffic that stops and goes without knowing
What's all the shootings for?

Manhattan, Manhattan,
Manhattan madness,
You've got me at last.
I'm like a fly upon a steeple,
Watching seven million people
Do a rhythm
That draws me with 'em,