There is a place,
Called York P. A.
To go or not,
Yea or nay.
Wait too long,
And rooms are gone.
You’ll have to stay
In a parking lot.
And find some sleep,
Upon a cot.
Be prepared to walk some miles,
Meet some friends,
And share some smiles.
Through the halls,
You must roam around.
Perhaps with luck,
A treasure’s found.
For those who will make the trip,
Hoist a glass, and have a sip.
We’ll be at home, having a nip.
