CY AND I.
By Eugene Field.
As I went moseyin' down th' street,
My Denver friend I chanced t' meet.
"Hello!" says I,
"Where have you been so long a time
That we have missed your soothin' rhyme?"
"New York," says Cy.
"Gee whiz!" says I.
"You must have seen some wonders down
In that historic, splendid town;"
And then says I:
"For bridges, parks, and crowded streets
There is no other place that beats
New York," says I.
"Correct!" says Cy.
"The town is mighty big, but then
It isn't in it with its men,
Is it?" says I.
"And tell me, Cyrus, if you can,
Who is its biggest, brainiest man?"
"Dana!" says Cy.
"You bet!" says I.
"He's big of heart and big of brain,
And he's been good unto us twain"—
Choked up, says I.
"I love him, and I pray God give
Him many, many years to live!
Eh, Cy?" says I.
"Amen!" says Cy.