Much have I travelled, a commuter bold,
      And many goodly evacuations seen;
     Round many miles of planking have I been
Which wops in fealty to contractors hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
      Where dynamite had swept the traffic clean,
      And every passer-by must duck his bean
Or flying rocks would lay him stiff and cold.
As I was crossing Broadway, with surprise
     I held my breath and improvised a prayer:
I saw the solid street before me rise
     And men and trolleys leap into the air.
I gazed into the pit with doubtful eyes,
     Silent upon a peak in Herald Square.