Skyline's one of a kind chili,

Reds and Bengals losing often,

Graters cold, smooth ice cream;

The Underground Railroad Museum, a place of imperative history.

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen the drugs that plague the

inner city of Cincinnati.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true for I see the inexcusable violence repeating as a cycle.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: I only speak the truth.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city,
And give them back the sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city with sports fans as loyal as ours.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the fight just to attain a job in this heartless city;
Fierce as a lion waiting on its prey, cunning as a driver in a hurry down I-75,



Concentrating


Cruising


Aware


Irritated


Motivated

Proud to have Skyline, the Reds and Bengals, Graters Ice Cream, and the Underground Railroad Museum.