An Old Song There's No Place Like Home!

: UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES
: Boys And Girls Bookshelf

When people ask me where I live,

I hate to have to go and give

A name like Smithville, plain.

I'd rather say:--"Sir, if you please,

My home is in the Hebrides,"

Or, "High up in the Pyrenees,"

Or, "At Gibraltar, Spain."



"Constantinople," too, sounds fine,

And "Drachenfels-upon-the-Rhine,"

And "Madagascar," too;< r />
And "Yokohama" sounds so great,

And "Hindustan" is just first-rate;

I rather like even "Bering Strait,"

And "Cuzco" in Peru.



And yet, I would not be at night,

Alone upon the "Isle of Wight,"

Or on the "Zuyder Zee."

At "Nova Zembla," in a gale,

I know that I should just turn pale;

For fear of earthquakes, I should quail

In "sunny Italy."



A place that sounds nice on the map,

May have a little too much snap

To keep within its wall,

And so, though many names I see,

That sound as stylish as can be,

There's no place quite so good for me,

As Smithville, after all!



Blanche Elizabeth Wade.