Looking For A Poem
(12/17/2009 11:44:00 AM)
I Wonder What Became of Rand-McNally
by Newman Levy
Mr. Rand and Mr. McNally,
Arbiters of hill and valley,
Portraitists of sea and land,
Mr. McNally and Mr. Rand,
Two sad cartographic chaps,
Sat in their office surrounded by maps.
Globes and maps around the room,
And on their 'maps' a look of gloom.
'Time was when this business of ours was grand, '
Said Mr. McNally to Mr. Rand,
'When our toughest job was to sit and think
Shall France be purple and Britain pink?
Shall Spain be tinted bright cerise,
And perhaps a dash of green for Greece?
'But that, ' said Rand to Mr. McNally,
'Was before Benito got rough with Hallie,
When we didn't fret about changing borders,
And we just sat here receiving orders.'
'Remember those days, ' McNally said,
'When we'd plan a map a month ahead,
And we'd know, if it came out at noon, let's say,
It was up to date the entire day?
Then the countries stayed as fixed by their founders,
And boundaries weren't made by bounders.'
'Those days, ' said Rand, 'are gone totally.'
'You said it, brother, ' said Mr. McNally.
I found it in These Are Our Horizons from Seton Press from when I learned it in grade school :)
(8/19/2005 11:40:00 AM)
I am looking for the same poem. I remeber that it started out 'Mr. McNally and Mr. Rand, two cartographic chaps, sat in their office surrounded by maps'. I sure would like to read it again. Thank you. Bob Mrotek