Does no one remember how?

Straighten your tie or skirt,
And just make it to the "A" train.
Hurry, hurry, don't be late!
Make it on that choo-choo from Chattanooga.

Dance to the Boogie Woogie jazz
Of a Company B bugle boy.
Grab your girl; go out together,
Dancing cheek to cheek.

Smiling, sigh as you listen to
The murmur of the cottonwood trees.
Quietly, now, so you can hear
Those Muskrats Ramble.

Wander through life's hidden valleys,
That Sentimental Journey.
Stop to kiss the daisies—
The glen's little String of Pearls.

Can only poems preserve
The glory of the past?