Adopted by the power of the borough

Not even holding their parents’ hands

Naturally observing the unnatural life so

Thorough

Witnessing the dirty and crude

Those that don’t bother them

The red Elmo and blue Cookie Monster

Which one to be when I grow up

Because nothing censors any

Unlike those suburban pot flowers of Greenwich

We grow so tough and rude

Not to undermine class

But to survive and live to last

Jazz and noise is what makes us anticipate

And finally reach the age where we think back

This is so exciting, this island is so inviting