Here you will find the Poem Regarding (1) the U.S. and (2) New York of poet Franklin P. Adams
Before I was a travelled bird, I scoffed, in my provincial way, At other lands; I deemed absurd All nations but these U.S.A. And--although Middle-Western born-- Before I was a travelled guy, I laughed at, with unhidden scorn, All cities but New York, N.Y. But now I've been about a bit-- How travel broadens! How it does! And I have found out this, to wit: How right I was! How right I was!