Princess Gorgonzola met—
Yes, methinks your face is like her,
Seen beyond this cigarette.
Gorgonzola, she was charming,
Black-eyed maiden, ripe to fall
In the arms of Love, if mother
Let her get beyond her call.
Macaroni, Gorgonzola,
They were such a handsome pair
That in strolling by the Tiber