Eleanor, 02-June 21 Cinnamon Bun

June 21 - CINNAMON BUN

When I was young and the family moved
From the glorious West which I had loved
To the East effete and degenerate
And my soul was filled with deathless hate
Just two things mitigated that,
A Cinnamon Bun, and the Automat!

These were the two supermost pleasures
The memory of my girlhood treasures.
If we wanted a birthday celebration,
If we wanted a gentle dissipation,
If we simply wanted a little fun
'Twas the Automat or a Cinnamon Bun!

The Oregon child who has the hills
And the rose-lined streets and the goiter pills
And the mountains clad in eternal snow
The Oregon child can never know
How an Eastern heart goes pitty-pat
At a Cinnamon bun, or the Automat!

With seven hours' in New York to spend
I could have telephoned to a friend
I could have gone for a ride or a show
Or the sights of the city learned to know
Of the things to do, I choose just one
The Automat and a Cinnamon Bun!