From the roofs of Paris
The pigeons coo
As the lovers gaze
And lazily woo

On the walls of Paris
The woes of ages
Wail while the artists
Stones impale

In the streets of Paris
Scuff a thousand
Shoes and the feet
That shun suburban blues

Through the hearts of Paris
A sensual thread
Like a baguette bred
To essentially keep us fed
Runs blue and red