“I like New York in June, how about you? I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?” I love that song, but let me tell you, I’ve been to New York last June, and it was hot and humid and rainy and generally a mess, and therefore I hereby vote to change it to “I like New York in April”, but this kills the meter, so let’s compromise for, say, May, which leaves us with merely an awful rhyming problem, which can be easily yet dreadfully solved thus: I like New York in May, how about ye? I like a Gershwin Play, how about ye? Thank you, you’ve been a wonderful audience, please don’t lynch me.