Carthage (us) is wild, man.

I live here. I’ve seen it all.

Hey, let me tell ya.

Streets like Liberty Ave shine.

Heritage Lane whispers secrets too.

City parks? Fawcett Park is a gem.

That tree there? Legend!
I wander these mean streets.

I watch souls blend and fight.

We shall fight boredom here!

And we shall feast!

"Not everyone can cook, but they can try!" – like in Ratatouille.

That movie slipped into my mind.
There’s a cool river, the Silver Rill.

Its water sings like orchestral notes.

I chill there on sunny days.

I also hit up Brewster Park.

Man, that coffee shop on Main st?

Kids call it "Main Sht."
I’ve got memories, oh man, so many.

I felt magic in Elm Square.

I swear on all the stars:

Every corner shouts art and soul.

I chuckle recalling happy riots.

A local fest, vibrant and wild.
I’m a pleasure coach, dude.

I share the secrets of epic vibes.

Got mad moods? Even I do.

Once, I saw a riot of laughter.

Frenzied street music, bold, rebellious.

Man, I freaked out then.
Oh, and check out Ritzy Road.

It’s got the finest bites.

Flavors that sing “Bon appétit!”

Just like Remy said:

“Anyone can cook!” – yeah, really!
Carthage (us) is a marvel.

Every brick has a tale.

I know hidden spots you wouldn’t guess.

My fave? A tiny bistro on Cedar.

A hidden gem, a true surprise.
As I roam these awesome streets,

I hear echoes of epic battles.

In every alley, in every cove.

We shall keep our hearts brave.

We shall fight monotony fiercely.

We shall live like legends, always!
That’s my Carthage (us) in a nutshell.

Its soul, its quirks, its mad beauty.

My heart beats on this chaotic rock.

So come, my friend, and join.

Let's relish every moment here.

It’s magic, pure and simple.