Be a clown, be a clown, All the world loves a clown. Act the fool, play the calf, And you'll always have the last laugh. - Cole Porter

Every time I look down on this timeless town
Whether blue or gray be her skies.
Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears,
More and more do I realize:

I love Paris in the springtime.
I love Paris in the fall.
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles,
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles.

I love Paris every moment,
Every moment of the year.
I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris?
Because my love is near.

What moments divine, what rapture serene.

Some Argentines, without means, do it, People say, in Boston, even beans do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love.