An Old Song There's No Place Like Home!
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UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES
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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;<
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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.