Strumming across with crystal chords, the calliope came out to play
Soaring sonically then to crunch smartly, twas a bright new sunny day
Hot spitting steam piercing thru to the heart, notes etched into the sky
Paddlewheelers pausing on the Mississippi, we all knew the reason why
Maestro’s fingers on the keyboard flying, every pipe choice clean and true
Skirts swaying and jacketed gents straightening, the dancers knew what to do
The kids now want thematic Hollywooden bieberudge, sad to report
Give me the 1890’s bouncing free along with my pizza, would you old sport.