Canal Street at Noon

Down the street come the great "By-Gods"
With hat and coat and cane;
Up the street come the little "My -Gods"
To struggle and strive again.

Strutting along are the "You-Laugh-I-Frowns" --
Suits new, shoes shiny-black;
Across the street trot the "Yassum-Miss-Browns" --
Each with a hump in his back.

Sleek autos honk and the street-cars roar --
It's a very busy street;
Canal Street is taking its lunch once more --
All animals must eat.