Sparrows sniffed the air, and hung
Like humming-birds with bubble gum
Doing pushups in the sun
The day we stopped Spadina.

The people stopped to touch the air
And breathe the green renewal there
As though the headline was a prayer
The day we stopped Spadina.

And parking lots came out to play
Arrayed in green instead of grey
And I said, Why not stay that way?
The day we stopped Spadina.

I watched a woman's face which glowed
I saw computer cards explode
And I heard grass grow on Walmer road
The day we stopped Spadina.

And Bishop Strachan from underground
Was half converted by the sound
Of pleasure in Toronto town
the one and only day we stopped Spadina.

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A poem by Dennis Lee titled, simply "Spadina."

The poem, from Lee's (sadly out of print) 1974 Nicholas Knock and Other People is a jaunty celebration of the success of the Stop Spadina.