English poem
Pronouncing Proper Names
by Herbert Beeman (1858–1944)
For names improperly pronounced In school-days we were soundly trounced; Now to correctness we aspire, And, seeking knowledge, we enquire.
We heard our visitor relate Charms of a city up-to-date; But would they kick you down the stairs, If you should call it Buenos Aires?
A port most splendidly equipped, Whence Argentina's goods are shipped; For information, one enquires Whether to call it Buenos Aires?
Railways and 'phones, electric lighting, All British capital inviting; My interest in it never varies, But should I call it Buenos Aires?
Two million live within the city; If one can't tell me, it's a pity, Whether or not 'tis ultra vires To call the place Buenos Aires?
We've been around the city, so Now to the country let us go; But am I subject to a fine If I should call it Argentine?
Its sheep and cattle are its glory, Of wheat we heard the cereal story; And though this place I've never seen, I learnt a lot re Argentine.
The South is cold, the North is hot; But gathered for a charming spot, We've far to seek a climate finer, Than that of Central Argentina.
The market's permanent and growing, Yet there's a word of warning owing, Nowhere is competition keener Than will be found in Argentina.