  Before I was a travelled bird, I scoffed, in my provincial way, At other lands; I deemed absurd All nations but these U. S. A. And—although Middle-Western born— Before I was a travelled guy, I laughed at, with unhidden scorn, All cities but New York, N. Y. But now I've been about a bit— How travel broadens! How it does! And I have found out this, to wit: How right I was! How right I was! |
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