And now I would like to read a love poem from Paris.
And I discovered, as many other people have discovered
before me and I pray many people would discover after me,
that Paris is a place to come home to, really.
We stay at a place called Hotel Lenox, which
is on the left bank, and it's right near the river.
I don't want to say anything offensive,
but that's a wonderful place to go to bed in.
And, well, for one thing, you can get a very good sleep
there.
Annie had been a schoolteacher in Paris years ago,
and she had a friend that there, one lovely French lady, Madam
Roudelois.
We'd gone to see her.
She's very beautiful.
She looks like a bird.
My first time in Paris I wrote this little poem
about the "Hotel Lenox."
"And she loved loving so she woke and bloomed and she rose.
And many men had been there to drowse awake and go downstairs,
lonely for coffee and bread.
But she drowsed awake lonely for coffee and bread,
and went upstairs with me, and we had coffee and bread.
And then we were so happy to see the lovely mother, who had
been her mother a long time.
In this city, broken on the wheel,
we went back to the warm caterpillar of our hotel
and the wings took.
Oh, lovely place.
Oh, tree.
We climbed into the branches of the lady's tree.
Wee birds sang and the lemon lights
flew out over the river."