Mr. Eiffel's awful tower,
'A truly tragic streetlamp'-
Paris fells you in the hour!
Purge the eyesore like a scamp!
Wait! Atop her stands the wire-
Saved us in the Battle Marne
Leave the tower despite such ire
Paris won't regret her scorn
All the world dreams now to see
Mr. Eiffel's lovely tower
Standing proud- forgetting we
Planned her demolition hour
Mr. Ferris built a wheel
Rivaling Mr. Eiffel's tower-
Most dared not believe it real-
So high! So wide! Such power!
What? Chicago tore it down,
Purged the eyesore from her view-
Shipped the wheel to Louis' town-
Fared the same there- Chagrin beaucoup
Dynamite brought down the wheel-
All the world denied a ride-
Ferris' wheel: scrapped pile of steel
Eiffel's tower: all France's pride
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