Big yellow trolley limbers along,

Long black subway sings an under song,

Airplanes swoop and flash in the sky,

Noisy old elevated goes rocketing by,

Boats across the river-back and forth they go,

Big boats and little boats, fast boats and slow.

Trains puff and thunder; their engines have a headlight;

They have a special kind of car where you can sleep all night.

Tall fat buses on the Avenue,

They will stop for anyone-even-just-you.

All kinds of autos rush down the street.

And then there are always-your own two feet.