Stairway on a Hillside

Stairway on a hillside,

By the bright blue English sea,

With grass of green and winding paths,

With scents of British tea,

There are cafés along the shore,

Earl grey's my favorite there,

Or is it favourite? Not again!

New York, it's gray, beware!

Oh, stairway on a hillside,

Underneath the car park now,

Or is it now a parking lot?

America, oh wow!

Oy vey, I don't know what to do,

This grammar isn't right,

For all this grammar changes,

When I'm landing from my flight.

-Pamela Storch