Figuratively Speaking

I never been to a place called Rome, And to know what Romans do at home, And I thought that Spring was everywhere, Yet, England claims that 'tis better there, I think world cities are in the dark, 'Tis Paris, 'City of Lights', hallmark, The sun does not rise by my window, But for Samurai's in Tokyo, I never seen, any 'smithereens', Nor any jumping Mexican bean's, Never heard the weeps of a Willow, Or a bird gone, with just one Swallow, At age eighty, still I kid am I, As meaning of words, slips by and by, Next door are voices, words seem to tease, What do I care, I am not Chinese.