Collected by Karl T. Gosnell For Mary C. Parler
Recited by Tommy Gosnell in place of Mrs. Horace Smith Springdale, Arkansas November 3, 1958
Reel 272, Item 2
The Paris of Peace
Yes, I've lived here in Paris, Illinois,
For a number of years as man and boy,
Down here where the woods and the prairies meet And our best boulevard is called Main Street*
We have no elegant Champs Elysees,
Or Lourve, or no single side-walk cafe,
Nor Montmartre nor Montparnasse;
Our Latin Quarter's a high school class.
Our gendarme's an ordinary cop,
But when he signals, you'd better stop.
Our courthouse stands in the public square;
In the old courthouse that once stood there.
A tall, lean lawyer with a homely face,
Called Abe Lincoln, fought many a case.
So this is our Paris; not very bright our lights,
But they fiercely shine all night.
And each works at his daily task,
With never a thought of a gruesome mass.
And the loafers loaf and our children play,
And not but the WPA.
They carved holes in our street,
And they will fill them all up again some day,
While the droning airplanes circle high Up in the calm September sky.
Only the pigeons who make their home
Back of the clock in the courthouse dome
Are friehtened. For ours is a peaceful Paris,
And our only prayer is not for glory or great renown But that God shall keep us a peaceful town.
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