In the heart of our fair valley Provo lies,
A shining gem beneath the wide, blue skies.
One name does echo 'round our radiant sphere,
Our Mayor Michelle, a leader we hold dear.
She stands a beacon, bright against the night,
With vision clear and courage in her sight.
Her tireless service, deep as canyon's bend,
Reveals a steadfast, and a faithful friend.
For rich and poor, for young and aging too,
She weaves a tapestry in diverse hue.
Her policies of equity unfold,
In tales of unity and love retold.
She's raised our city's voice in national song,
Through trials and triumphs, however long.
Provo's reputation glows, a rising star,
Its brilliance seen both near and far.
From Wasatch peaks to fertile valley's crest,
Mayor Michelle gives nothing but her best.
And in her charge, our cherished city thrives,
A beacon of hope, where every soul arrives.
So here's to Michelle, who guides Provo's days,
Her outstanding ability ever amaze.
Through all her deeds and words so nobly said,
She's cast a crown of glory on Provo's head.
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