Another his head, but not his toes,
An elbow, and a thumb;
When we had seen those holy rags,
We went to the Inne and took our Nags,
And so away we come.
We came to Paris, on the Seine,
’Tis wondrous fair, but little clean,
’Tis Europes greatest Town:
How strong it is I need not tell it,
For every one may easily smell it