Commute with me, my Love, and be merry; How vain in the City to dwellWhen apple-trees blow in Dobbs' Ferry And lilacs adorn New Rochelle!White Plains is the Garden of Allah And Pelham's the Pearl of the Sea;There's bliss in the name of Valhalla -- Oh, fly to the Suburbs with me!
Then won't you commute on my family ticket?To Westchester County we'll flee. Delightful Westchester, What place is sequester!Oh, won't you commute, Love, with me?
I'll pluck you the earliest crocus In Orange or Englewood fair;We'll sport on the meads of Hohokus, We'll ramble through Cultured Montclair;We'll rest in Exclusive Tuxedo, Or Nutley, for artists renowned,And still shall I carol my credo, "The Suburbs are Paradise Found."
Then won't you commute on my family ticket?Perhaps you prefer New Jersee; For who could grow weary Of life on the Erie!Then won't you commute, Love, with me?
The Isle 'twixt the Sound and the Ocean -- Ah, has it no Message for you?I cannot but think with emotion Of Flushing, Jamaica, and Kew,Of Bayshore of youthful vacations, Of Little Neck, Great Neck, and QuogueAnd all of the other Clam Stations Including Speonk and Patchogue.
Then come take a trip on my family ticketWhere Long Island breezes blow free. To live on the Subway Is surely a dub way,--Then fly to the Suburbs with me!
