©2011 Ariel Cinii (1106.20) to the tune of "John Barleycorn Must Die"
So a stranger points the way.
The buildings and street signs, they look alike.
On a compass course I’ll stay.
In the borough known as Queens.
Down a street unknown and wide.
With a savage as native guide.
My GPS has gone DOA.
And has given up the ghost.
Then a street, then a road and lane.
Are just driving me insane.
I think I’m heading right.
As I visited just last night.
And I wish for my migraine pills.
I have no clue to where I roam!
In this puzzle box called Queens.