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 | Paris, gay Paris! so bright and so fair, Your sun is all smiles, and there's mirth in your air. The children, though tired with their travelling, found That the first night in Paris one's sleep is not sound, For the hum of the streets makes one dream all the night Of the wonderful sights that will come with the light. The morning was fine, and—breakfast despatched— They soon made their way to the Gardens attached To the old Royal Palace, and there met a throng Of French children, and joined in their games before long. One boy lent his hoop, and gave Bertie a bun. And—talking quite fast—seemed to think it great fun With nice English girls like our Nellie to play, Though not understanding a word she might say. On leaving the Gardens, the party were seated Outside of a café, and there Papa treated Them all to fine ices and chocolate too; They could hardly tell which was the nicer—could you? Paris, gay Paris, So bright and so fair! Your sun is all smiles, And there's mirth in your air! |
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IN THE TUILERIES GARDENS. In the Tuileries gardens, each afternoon, A little old man comes walking along: Now watch what happens! for just as soon As they see him, the birds begin their song, And flutter about his hands and head, And perch on his shoulder quite at their ease, For he fills his pockets with crumbs of bread To feed his friends who live in the trees, And well they know he loves them so That into his pockets they sometimes go. But hark to what's going on over there! 'Tis surely a Punch-and-Judy man, Making old Judy, I do declare, Talk French as fast as ever she can! And I think, from the looks of poor Mr. P., He's getting it hot from his scolding wife; But just wait a minute, and then you'll see He'll beat her within an inch of her life. Walk in! take a seat and you'll see her beat, And a penny is all you pay for the treat. |
