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Fair city by the famed Batrachian Pool	A
Wise in the teachings of the Concord School	A
Home of the Eurus paradise of cranks	B
Stronghold of thrift proud in your hundred banks	B
Land of the mind cure and the abstruse book	C
The Monday lecture and the shrinking Cook	C
Where twin lensed maidens careless of their shoes	D
In phrase Johnsonian oft express their views	D
Where realistic pens invite the throng	E
To mention spades lest shovels should be wrong	E
Where gaping strangers read the thrilling ode	F
To Pilgrim Trousers on the West End road	F
Where strange sartorial questions as to pants	G
Offend our sisters cousins and our aunts	G
Where men expect by simple faith and prayer	H
To lift a lid and find a dollar there	H
Where labyrinthine lanes that sinuous creep	I
Make Theseus sigh and Ariadne weep	I
Where clubs gregarious take commercial risks	J
'Mid fluctuations of alluring disks	J
Where Beacon Hill is ever proud to show	K
Her reeking veins of liquid indigo	K
To thee fair land I dedicate my song	E
And tell how simple artless minds go wrong	E
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A Common Councilman with lordly air	H
One day went strolling down through Copley Square	H
Within his breast there beat a spotless heart	L
His taste was pure his soul was steeped in art	L
For he had worshiped oft at Cass's shrine	M
Had daily knelt at Cogswell's fount divine	M
And chaste surroundings of the City Hall	N
Had taught him much and so he knew it all	N
Proud in a sack coat and a high silk hat	O
Content in knowing just where he was at	O
He wandered on till gazing toward the skies	P
A nameless horror met his modest eyes	P
For where the artist's chisel had engrossed	Q
An emblem fit on Boston's proudest boast	Q
There stood aloft with graceful equipoise	P
Two very small unexpurgated boys	P
Filled with solicitude for city youth	R
Whose morals suffer when they're told the truth	R
Whose ethic standards high and higher rise	P
When taught that God and nature are but lies	P
In haste he to the council chamber hied	Q
His startled fellow members called aside	Q
His fearful secret whispering disclosed	Q
Till all their separate joints were ankylosed	Q
Appalling was the silence at his tale	S
Democrats turned red Republicans turned pale	S
What mugwumps turned 'tis difficult to think	T
But probably they compromised on pink	T
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When these stern moralists had their breaths regained	Q
And told how deeply they were shocked and pained	Q
They then resolved how wrong our children are	U
Said Boys should be contented with a scar	U
Rebuked Dame Nature for her deadly sins	P
And damned trustees who foster Heavenly Twins	P
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O Councilmen if it were left for you	V
To say what art is false and what is true	V
What strange anomalies would the world behold	Q
Dolls would be angels dross would count for gold	Q
Vice would be virtue virtues would be taints	P
Gods would be devils Councilmen be saints	P
And this sage law by your wise minds be built	Q
No boy shall live if born without a kilt	Q
Then you'd resolve to soothe all moral aches	P
We're always right but God has made mistakes	P

Arthur Macy

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