Bummy, Dodie and Leo Temple Step nose
in the Charlotte Street parlance, that's how it goes
there's Gibby and Tad and Scotchamarra too
a stout crowd, mixed and matched like the zoo

Here in these streets of cobble-****** walking
It's fearless mouths that do all the talking
Upstarts and startups were birthed from this place
Ever so measured, all joined the race

Find them anywhere you travel or happen to be
There is a Bronx brother or sister easy to see
With that particular accent, pinched and plain
Welcome sounds that seem so germane

My mind wanders back to those black and white days
When all we could see was this intricate maze
Speaking from all parts and places
Faces in colors, religions, and races

A happier time perhaps we lived through
Hard to tell considering now, what seems due
For all of you, from wherever you start
Remember, the whole is more than the sum of its parts