|Where is Eunice, Louisiana?|
I have been to Eunice, Louisiana. I have walked its streets, but I cannot say I have taken its pulse. Like a woman, Eunice, Louisiana, has its secrets. Like a woman, Eunice, Louisiana, has its charms. Like a woman, Eunice, Louisiana, has its admirers. Like a woman, Eunice, Louisiana, is beautiful. My eyes adored this pretty little city.
|Dear Eunice, will you come out to play?|
I left Eunice, Louisiana, after driving around for hours with nothing but Eunice on my mind. Better the bed that you know than the one that you dream about. Louisiana is big, wide, open country. They like the casing thick around their sausage in Acadiana.
When you squeeze an accordion, people will dance in Eunice, Louisiana.
When there are crawfish in the rice ponds, Eunice, Louisiana, is an etouffee roux.
When the skies smile on Eunice, Louisiana, visitors fall in love. I will revisit Eunice, Louisiana. The city calls me. I want to know it better. I want to be its friend. I may not have a cajun bone in my body, but I've been to the Gateway to the Cajun Prairie. I am ready to cross its threshold.