Sniff the sidewalks, shitty sidewalks,
Dreck of hounds lays in piles.
Oh, this air
Ain’t appealing—
Prompts sickness.
Millions gassing
As they’re passing;
This is vile beyond vile—
I must leave these malodors, that’s clear.

Sylvan smells, sylvan smells—
Ickness pricks rhin in the city.
Noxious stink, nostril kink:
Euw! This ain’t a bliss nosegay.

Stinking street blight,
Fecal wafts right
Into olfactories.
I take off and rush
To woodland pleasure.

Hear my toes crunch
Twigs in a bunch—
There’s no old factories
Spewing smoke. . .nasal, buccal both clear.

Sylvan smells, sylvan smells—
Ickness pricks rhin in the city.
Nasty stink?! That’s, I think,
Bru’ poo—sticks to shoes, stink stays.