O' commeth to my heart in the township
of San Francisco.
In leadth merry ways of the Lord.
Bringing home of The place Terra Australis
of a scenic love, from abroad.
In all places London back home from Egypt.
Of a dying love,
in need of a sunny place conspicuous.
Pari' a cappuccino in the place of the Heart.
Lit a lamp, to sing the night in spring
Littlte Pari' is waiting of its aura natural beam.
Little but little sound with herats is thumping.
As I move around.
Hey! Hey! little man of the south
Pari' of the night of a magic hand.
The Southern seas are uniting.
Of a Paris jubliee band
Rodney Rod Smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paris-9/
