“I think a Bostonian or New Englander is the laziest person on earth” – N.C. Fowler, Jr.
O,
come now, most ungracious Nat
What
do you mean by saying that?
You
know the statement isn’t true
Unless
the same applies to you.
Why
Boston is the busy hive
That
keeps the hemisphere alive.
Shame
on you, saying things like that,
The
people think you’re Nervy, Nat.
Have
you forgotten Johnnie F.?
Or
are you dense and blind and deaf?
The
man who took his Mayor degrees
Immortalized
his three big “B’s”;
Who
gave all city drones the snub,
And
set things spinning round the Hub?
What
have you now, to say to that,
O,
breezy, bluff, disjointed Nat?
If
you would see activity
Come
round where active people be;
No
doubt – and we have heard it said,
Things
in your blacksmith shop are dead.
Don’t
judge New England, nor this town,
Because
your boots are fastened down.
Cheer
up! Don’t sing us songs like that,
Or
we will think you’re peeving, Nat.
Nov.
16, ‘09
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