Town’s in super debt. City council’s in a fret. Streets are staying wet. Some start to take a bet. Stinky air has really set.

Sinkholes in the street. Men with tired feet. Town just can’t compete. Eyes will never meet. Embarrassed just to greet.

Pointing fingers everywhere. Pride we have to spare. Blame has to fall somewhere.

Water you can’t drink. Families, they just sink. ‘Why?’ they all think.

Hey, what if we link?! “Now you’re thinking,” with a wink…

With another nearby town? Maybe they will frown? But they’ll never turn us down! Maybe things could turn around!

Crews are working in the ground! Hey, I really like that sound!

Gotta get those jobs somehow. Maybe pride we can allow.

This is T’Ville now.

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