Sycamore Square

The Square Itself by "Jan Struther"
(Joyce Maxtone Graham, 1901-1953)

Sycamore Square
Is quiet and small;
In shape it isn't
A square at all;
It's narrow and long
And a cul-de-sac-
When you want to get out
You have to go back;
But everybody
That's ever been there
Tries to settle for ever
In Sycamore Square.
Its houses are white
And its railings are green;
Its garden is tidy
And tiny and clean
(For there's no room for anyone
In it, you see,
Save the fish in the fountain,
The birds on the tree,
The cats on the flagstones,
The sun and the rain,
And William the gardener
Now and again).
Oh, everybody
That's ever been there
Says there's no place in London
Like Sycamore Square.