For years, the noble Kenney stood

With views of shaded lawn and wood

A kind and gracious, caring home

Set proudly neath a stately dome

Her residents, in comfort spent

Long days of leisure, quite content

For they knew dignity would dwell

With those who loved this place so well

But some who valued size, not grace

And thought her charm was wasted space

Would show, with savings as their guise

Her loss would be expansion wise

Now as reward, for what she's done

The memory of this lovely one

Would lie within a common grave

Of buildings no on else would save

What's needed now, to win the day

Is some fair knight, to chase away

The wrecking balls, with bold designs

To retrofit her classic lines

Without this help, it's pretty clear

Her fate will be to fall, I fear

For what is lost, cannot be found

Once progress puts her underground