No climate like the south of France!
You’ve often heard, I dare to swear,
How plenty ortolans are there;
’Tis true, and more delicious meat,
Upon my honour, I ne’er eat;
The eggs are good; it was ill luck
What day I had not ten to suck;
Yet notwithstanding, to my goût,
The bird’s the sweeter of the two.”
He went on, talking pert and loud,