To see us in this great, big house, with carpets on the stairs,
And the pump right in the kitchen! And the city! city! city!
And nothin’ but the city all around us everywheres!
Climb clean above the roof and look from the steeple,
And never see a robin, nor a beech or ellum tree!
And right here in ear-shot of at least a thousan’ people,
And none that neighbors with us, or we want to go and see!
Let’s go a-visitin’ back to Griggsby’s station—
Back where the latch-string’s a-hangin’ from the door;
And every neighbor round the place is dear as a relation—