The City Paris

I was out and free,
And so many sights I did see.
But I had to return to the asylum,
I rather be in Paris anyhow.

So with my money I traveled,
Safely driving far away to Paris.
Where my father has his home.

As long she is there I cannot be,
With my father in Paris you’ll see.
So I got a room in a hotel,
Very far away from Holland I tell.

Nox and Rox were following me,
Did they came from America over the sea?
I giggled, danced and jumped away,
Nox said it: “She cannot stay.”

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