New York Fast
I go to bed early;
Can’t drink too much wine.
They offer me seats on the bus.
(I decline.)
But when I’m out walking
I am unsurpassed
And proud that my gait
Still remains New York fast.
I zigzag past tourists
And step off the curb
When someone’s slow pace
Right in front does perturb.
I’m not in a rush
But the way that I move
Is how New Yorkers do it
When they’re in the groove.
So outta my way
And prepare to be passed
For as long as I’m able,
I’ll be New York fast!
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