A-Riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his cap
And called it macaroni." -Yankee Doodle
From the Space Needle in Seattle we always ride the monorail downtown to see the Public Market.
Along with Captain Gooding
There we saw the men and boys
As think as hasty pudding." -Yankee Doodle
It's better known as Seattle's Pike Street Market.
As rich as Squire David
And what they wasted every day
I wish it could be save'd." -Yankee Doodle
We push our way through the crowds and past the colorful vending stalls...
Would keep a house a winter
They have so much, that I'll be bound
They eat it when they're a mind to." -Yankee Doodle
Try to avoid lines... I mean, honestly how infamous can one cup of coffee be?
I thought he would have cocked it
It scared me so I shrinked it off
And hung by father's pocket." -Yankee Doodle
Days and faces run together like blurs.
A-digging graves they told me
So 'tarnal long, so tarnal deep
They 'tended they should hold me." -Yankee Doodle
That's why it's good to have old standards... places you can just return to and feel like you're stepping into an old warm slipper.