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Favored Child of God
An unencumbered carefree City Child,-
His home the jungle of cement and steel,-
When curious tourists questioned him he smiled
And spun around like a carousel wheel
The City’s canyons are his paradise-
Streamers and floating ticker tapes his kite
He knows his turf so well, is wise, -street-wise,
And knows where diplomats or crooks alight.
He feels the city‘s pulse, its throb and beat,
Knows the conspicuous spots where rowdies dwell,
Where jet-set snobs and unwashed hoodlums meet
And knows the menus round the Park Hotel.
Wong-Lee’s Mart is his farm yard, ranch and range,
His cedars are the poles for traffic lights;
A thrush for him his tinkling pocket change,
Tall cranes his ships that take their greedy bites..
Aroused and thrilled by a parade or strike
Or barricades and pickets of protest,
He leaps upon his borrowed creaking bike
And keeps with all the latest news abreast..
Of custom and tradition he knows naught,
Free of harsh creed and dull convention grim,
Spurns travel, cruises, hikes and trips abroad,
For this bright Eden’s joys belong to him
The blessed carefree favorite child of God.
