[Old Yeller]

I Love Paris

Every time I look down on this timeless town
Whether blue or gray be her skies
Whether loud be her cheers or whether soft be her tears
More and more do I realize that
I love Paris in the springtime
I love Paris in the fall
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles
I love Paris every moment
Every moment of the year

[morphing libertarian]

I love Paris too, but not ready to go back. The street scenes I have seen scare me. The setting cars on fire. The terrorist attacks. I’ll pass on London, Brussels, Paris, and Stockholm.