No leaning tower of Pisa there
No art of Michaelangelo
No vineyards, nor the Florence dome
Chianti grapes, too cold to grow
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Instead, refreshing western air
That blows from mountains pure and wild
That flies the flags Alberta Blue
To fill the lungs of soul inside
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In Tuscany they mow their lawns
They drop their children off at school
Cheer loudly for their local teams
Make weekend trips to Banff’s hot pool
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A community of Calgary
200 more around it grow
Yes, life is good in Tuscany
O renaissance, thru foothills blow
