The Old Mchenry
Myrrh of popcorn filled the air
A buttered intoxication
As I stepped up to pay my fare
Neath the marquee’s proclamation
Its gothic letters etched a name
Synonymous with delight
The McHenry Theatre, it would say
In lights of gold and white
I held tightly to my ticket
Friends were now in tow
Ice cream dripped, I started to lick it
As we chose a row
An usher shooed us to our seats
We clutched our candy treasure
Monsters and madmen, soon to meet
Great fun by any measure
Now she’s been gone for many years
And though we are grown men, we
Can’t forget the laughs and cheers
Inside the old Mchenry
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