The perfectly purple bird unfurled its curled wings and

whirled over the world.

Amidst the mists and coldest frosts

With stoutest wrists and sternest boasts, He thrusts his
fists against the posts
And still insists he sees the ghosts.

The weary wanderer wondered wistfully whether

winsome Winifred would weep.

When and where will you go and why?

They know not whence, nor whither, where, nor why.

The clumsy kitchen clock click-clacked.

The very merry Mary crossed the ferry in a furry coat.

We love New York, we need New York, we know we

need unique New York.