The Barber from Seville
Mozart wrote with a quill
About this city in southern Spain
Which receives little rain
Glorious gothic architecture
Made of simple texture

The gold tower on the river
Flows through this city forever
The cathedral celebrates the Virgin
In a city once worshipped Aladdin
The Plaza de Toros the second oldest
Visited by matadors claimed the boldest

The Expo of ninety-two
Left engineered bridges anew
One the Pte. La Barquerta
Another the Pte. Triana
But they pale in comparison
To the old city once occupied by a garrison

A city of beauty and culture
In a land still known for its agriculture
Of olives renowned for their oil
Trees planted in straight rows of soil
A people steeped in tradition
By a history of sacrifice and perdition