Small Towns Crawling Out Of Their Green Shirts... Tubercular Towns Coughing A Little In The Dawn... And The Church... There Is Always A Church With Its Natty Spire And The Vestibule - That's Where They Whisper: Tzz-Tzz... Tzz-Tzz... Tzz-Tzz... How Many Codes For A Wireless Whisper - And Corn Flatter Than It Should Be And Those Chits Of Leaves Gadding With Every Wind? Small Towns From Connecticut To Maine: Tzz-Tzz... Tzz-Tzz...Tzz-Tzz...