I love a busy city,
a street of sights and smells,
of people walking quickly,
I hear people’s yells.
I really hate the country,
there’s nothing there to do,
all you can is sit around,
and listen to cows moo.
That’s why I love the city,
the noises and the tastes,
the multicultural restaurants,
the people making haste.
At the train station waiting,
behind the safety line,
most people are impatient,
where the stars never shine.
There’s heaps things to see there,
a museum or zoo,
an aquarium, market,
the tallest building’s view.
But that’s not all, the list goes on,
a day in a park
shopping in the CBD,
and go home before dark.
There’s always something to eat,
like at a small café,
where you can get a sandwich
and eat it on the way.
That’s why I love the city,
it’s always heaps of fun,
as you’ve seen there’s lots to do
the city’s number one.
