Paris In The Springtime

I wonder what it would be like -
Paris in the Springtime.
To go upon a brisk, long hike
In Paris in the Springtime.

The flowers there would be in bloom,
A million different colors.
The scented air would fill my room,
Plus a very many others.

The couples would walk along arm in arm,
Because this is young love time.
The Eiffel Tower bears a special charm,
In Paris in the Springtime.

Sparkling music would fill the air,
Coming from a sidewalk cafe.
The happy people would linger there
To while away the day.

It must be a magnificent sight -
Paris in the Springtime.
Even to see the smallest bird in flight
In Paris in the Springtime.

Anne Wiley Carr, circa 1962