The dance of a city that has gobbled the last straggler

As the sun dove behind the last building man of the city,

The restaurant lights lit up,

Each calling, beckoning,

Come eat, drink, smoke, love it up man,

We ate peking duck ,

And we liked it,

So we went home,

And quacked around the room until,

The sun returned,

And the tall building men smiled,

The smile of a content city.