By Head Balledup

O give me the life of the village,
  Uninhibited, free, and sweet;
The place where the arts all flourish,
  Grove Court and Christopher Street.

I am sick of the old conventions,
  And critics who will not praise,
So sing ho for the open spaces,
  And aesthetes with kindly ways.

Here every bard is a genius,
  And artists are Raphaels,
And above the roofs of Patchin Place
  The Muse of Talent dwells.