Rhyme it to your flowing sleeve,
Aimer, aimer; c’est à vivre.
Sleeve, I said, but what’s the harm
If I really meant your arm?
Mine shall twine it (by your leave),
Aimer, aimer; c’est à vivre.
Learning French is full of slips;
Do as I do with the lips;
Here’s the right way, you perceive,
Aimer, aimer; c’est à vivre.