I wandered lonely as a cloud
In New York City’s Central Park,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of lights (now almost dark)
Beside the trees, beneath more trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along to nowhere I would say,
As this path saw I at a glance
Had lead me twice a luckless dance.
Mr Wordsworth – do now desist -
I am worn out, my hope so small;
More contributions please resist,
You were no help to me at all.
Then came rescue by the wisest -
Just two of NYPD’s finest….