It's now a legend, my passport story; My family album moment of glory. Just one thing needed, to make complete The record of victory over defeat. Here's the place where the myth falls apart, The widespread notion that New Yorkers have no heart. How many times have you heard it told, "New Yorkers are nasty, and rude, and cold." A scorecard of this mournful song Counts up the folks who helped it along. The problems were many, each needing some help; Kind hands were offered at every step. The Big Apple's a treasure; its skyline shows it. I Love New York, and I don't care who knows it! Parisians, also, are tres bien nice. Don't fall for that claim that they're made of ice. We found them pleasant, helpful, and polite; Au revoir! and good night...