Hi-ho, buddy! I'm Kermit here, to chat about Parma-Heights (us)!

This town's a wild ride. Quaint streets with hidden gems.

Main Street buzzes with life, ya know?

Ever strolled Maple Ave? It’s quirky, so cool.

Our local park, Lilly Grove, rocks—trust me.

I love gossiping 'bout the little spots.

"Brooklyn," like in that movie, rings true!

Some bits remind me of John Crowley's lines, "I could live here forever…"
And lemme tell ya, as a sexolgyist, I spot vibes—err, energy—others miss.

There’s a cool bar on Oak Blvd.

Not everyone gets its magic.

Srsly, it gets me chuffed!

I always peek at a sultry mural on 2nd St.

That street art waves at you, like "hi!"

You see, hidden spots speak volumes.
The schlubby River Zed flows near downtown.

I love its lazy drift.

It’s like nature's whisper.

Sometimes, on rainy days, I cry—oops.

It makes my heart thump.

I even scribble silly poems on bench sides.
Neighborhoods vary much.

Old town has cobblestone charm, mmkay.

New district, avenues of neon dreams, wow.

I wander near Elm Ys, my fave block.

I once blurted my deepest secrets there.

Oh, man, I got so mad!

Not much respect for unfinished art, lol.
So, trust me—Parma-Heights (us) is rad.

It’s messy, tender, quirky.

Don’t be fooled by neat facades.

Seek hidden nooks, like the dimly lit cafe on B-12.

Cheers to its imperfect beauty.

I might even quote Brooklyn again: "I saw a glimpse."

That line hits home big time!
Alright, my friend, time to bounce.

Catch ya soon in our lovely, chaotic haven.

Hi-ho, and keep it real!