Uploaded April 2015 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
Written in the early Eighties for my Girlfriend Eileen Connick. The Central Park Zoo in New York City had recently been forced to close because someone had poisoned most of the Animals. I still vividly remember Eileen crying as we watched the Park's Polar Bear swimming back and forth in a dirty pond on a Super Hot Sunday in July while the Rocks behind him were painted White.
Written in the early Eighties for my Girlfriend Eileen Connick. The Central Park Zoo in New York City had recently been forced to close because someone had poisoned most of the Animals. I still vividly remember Eileen crying as we watched the Park's Polar Bear swimming back and forth in a dirty pond on a Super Hot Sunday in July while the Rocks behind him were painted White.
