Treasure Island

John F. McCullagh

(09/28/1954 / Flushing)

A Little Bit of Brooklyn


A little bit of Brooklyn fell
From out the sky one day-
And landed in Corona
Near the subway and the bay

And when the mayor saw it
Sure it looked so green and fair
He said suppose we fund it-
And condemn the junkyards there


So they issued us some tax free bonds
To make the grandstands grow
And charged too much to sit in them
even up in the last row

'It has a brick rotunda
Makes one think of Ebbets Field
And once they sold the naming rights,
They called it... 'Citifield! '

Submitted: Sunday, August 29, 2010
Edited: Sunday, September 05, 2010

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