And a circlet of white Maraboût—
(I consider all others' impostors,
But I leave that entirely to you.)
Un oiseau paradis may be sent
To surmount a chapeau paille de riz
For mamma—for she's never content—
How different, dear Julia, from me!
There is but one man in the town,
Who can make me a white satin shoe;
Do find him, and send me some down,