Laissez les Bon Temps Rouler

In the city where it started,
Mobile hosts Mardi Gras.
Make no mistake about
That claim is not a flaw.

It's time for revelry,
Parades and balls and such.
Fun for young and old,
Though some say it's too much.

Crowds fill the streets;
Parades come every day.
Children catch the throws
And run, and jump, and play.

The mystics wear their costumes,
On floats they bounce and dance.
A   merry time is had by all
Caught up in this romance.

Tails and floor length gowns
Are musts for every ball.
Bands vary dancing music
That fill the ballroom's hall.

For weeks frolic goes on
And all are full of glee,
But  it comes to a halt
On the day of Ash Wednesday.