All I can think of is this song we used to sing at camp called "The Grand Old
Duke of
York."
The Grand Old
Duke of
York,
he had ten thousand men,
he marched them up the hill
and then he marched them down again.
So when you're up you're up,
and when you're down you're down,
and when you're only halfway up,
you're neither up nor down.
Then I think of yorkies, the dogs. And then I think of how it rhymes with pork. And if I try to picture a child named
York, I picture an annoyingly pretentious kid. So I guess I don't like it. Although the song is fun to sing.