Song of Little Poland on 2nd Avenue

Oh, little Po-po,
where did you go go?
Your plates are filled ten dumplings high,
fluffy and light, like clouds in the sky.

Oh, little Po-po,
the Polish up here are so-so.
I get a bag, plain on Route 209,
good pierogies, but not so fine.

Oh, little Po-po,
this absence makes my love grow---
I miss your kielbasa with special sauce,
I'll never forget that you're the boss.

Oh, little Po-po!