DETROIT

I'm so glad I'm no Detroiter.
I shan't go there to reconnoiter.
If, having to pass on through,
I should have to use the loo,
I surely wouldn't loiter.

Troubles, they have got 'em.
Everywhere they spot 'em.
If not in all creation,
Then surely in the nation,
Detroit ranks at the bottom.

Crime and unemployment
Stifle all enjoyment.
Problems are the city's fame.
Its team loses every game,
Crowning their annoyment.

When a crook is out on bail,
He can't get a drink of ale.
In prison he has got
Three hots and a cot.
So he'd rather be in jail.