PARIS AGAIN.
Big blue overcoat and breeches red as red,
And a queer quaint képi at an angle on his head;
And he sang as he was marching, and in the Tuilleries
You could meet him en permission with Margot on his knee.
At the little café tables by the dusty palms in tubs,
In the Garden of the Luxembourg, among the scented shrubs,
On the old Boul. Mich. of student days, you saw his red and blue;
Did you come to love the fantassin, le p'tit piou-piou?