Normal Valentine

“I Love Normal” (to the tune “I Love Paris” – with embellishments)

Every time I look down on this timeless (college) town,

Whether blue or gray (or threatening green) be her skies,

Whether loud (like car stereos) be her cheers,

Or whether soft (like slushy snow) be her tears,

More and more do I realize that. . .

I love Normal in the (severe weather) spring time.

I love Normal in the (blustery) fall.

I love Normal in the (humid) summer when it sizzles.

I love Normal in the (bitterly cold, icy) winter when it drizzles.

I love Normal every (windy) moment,

Every moment of the year.

I love Normal. Why, oh why, do I love Normal?

Because my love (job) is here.