She is not one of New York’s Grande Dame parks, those Olmsted beauties with Victorian park houses, manicured lawns, rolling hills and forest glades. She lacks the high-stepping strut of Central Park and the hipster slouch of Prospect Park.

And she has no Daddy Warbucks conservancy to shower her in gilt and so pay for a revitalizing face-lift.

Flushing Meadows-Corona Park is a homely beauty, a many-acre stepchild of two World’s Fairs, stepping gingerly between noisy highways and stadiums and a polluted bay. All she possesses are a handsome Unisphere, a Hall of Science, a zoo, an art museum and tens of thousands of immigrant New Yorkers who pour out of the densely packed streets of Corona, Elmhurst, Flushing and Jackson Heights to run across her soccer fields, seek shade under her still-adolescent trees and stroll, bike and roller skate around her lakes.

Ask Olaris Gutierrez of Corona if her two children play in this park and she laughs.

“Of course! All the time.”