Classic Poem

Henry Schwartz was an expert watch-repairer.
You could see him in the window of the Sixth Avenue shop any day;
And day and every day.
He'd been hard at it since 1899.
This spring his daughter, who lives in Arizona, induced him to visit her for a week.
Among the week's excursions was a trip to the Grand Canyon.
Schwartz thought it was all right but nothing to rave about—
When you saw one piece of scenery you saw them all.
The day he got back to the shop a man brought in a watch to be repaired.
“Say,” said Henry, “that is the most beautiful main-spring I ever saw in my life.”

Henry Schwartz was an expert watch-repairer.
You could see him in the window of the Sixth Avenue shop any day;
And day and every day.
He'd been hard at it since 1899.
This spring his daughter, who lives in Arizona, induced him to visit her for a week.
Among the week's excursions was a trip to the Grand Canyon.
Schwartz thought it was all right but nothing to rave about—
When you saw one piece of scenery you saw them all.
The day he got back to the shop a man brought in a watch to be repaired.
“Say,” said Henry, “that is the most beautiful main-spring I ever saw in my life.”