You pass the Maryland border
Then you're in their territory
"Watch out for skunks," they say
As you're viewing nature's glory
The birthplace of residents
Who went and became presidents
And many times, a Harvard invite
strays you from crime

Home of Sylvester Graham
Made snacks quite good with ham
Delicious as a s'more

The New England Scene
Clam chowder on my plate
Countryside is really great
Football team's by far the best
In the west
Ooh, throw in a Boston curse
Plus people here aren't so diverse
They're all white

And in 1891
Dr. Naismith made a game
It was really fun
And put all white folks to shame
Peach basket ten feet high
Throw a ball into the sky
Not that it helps the Knicks
WIth their lame percentage

Steinbrenner pays if signs are vital
But still can't win a title
Such a hebetudinous

The New England Scene
Fresh lobster on my plate
Countryside is a clean slate
Root for the Mets and you'll be sad
They're quite bad

World Trade Center calamity
3000 dead - a tragedy
But president is such a moron
Bin Laden could shop at Exxon
But to New York your pain is mine, mine
We won't forget you

The New England Scene
Monday night - Giants v. Jets
Call me quick - I'm taking bets
A better place you'll never find
Every time
Ooh, commonplace to burn a witch
But hardly makes Hermi'ne itch
What a bitch
She's such a bitch