Pass on his chain; and heard the jingle and the thud.
Only four days ago
They let you out of this dull show
To slither down the montagne russe and chaff the man à la tête de veau—
Hit, slick, the bull’s eye at the tir,
Spin round and round till your head went queer
On the porcs-roulants. Oh! là là! la fête!
Va pour du vin, et le tête-a-tête
With the girl who sugars the quafres! Pauvrette,
How thin she was; but she smiled, you bet,