Classic Poem

O thou whom I had the Purchasing Department
Dance for snow-hazel wood!
The-you always, my Jeanneton
Your white petticoat, your white petticoat?
For some dandy, comedy material,
Will not forget me in this quaint bazaar
Where you throne comptoir.-Columbine bold!
Piercing gray eyes a horizon bright eyes,
Flamboyant see my heart, love see fire!
And if you have yet, write me Jeanneton
Your white petticoat, your white petticoat.

Fire! Fire! Fire! Virgin breathlessly
Court ... Bazaar rissole! Fire! Fire! Fire!

Is not Margoton, Cathin or Madeleine? ...
No, it's the lady Constable Mathieu.
Fleur-day, black sky the sudden glow,
Flee! ... And if you won, write me, Jeanneton
Your white petticoat, your white petticoat?

More than fire, big eater, fear the ardor wanton
Bourgeois camisard of boorish water carrier,
The beautiful firefighter, capped chiseled
Beware the abduction! a girl is a light burden.
At Blois, to your Titi, clerk to the isolated soul,
Flies! ... And if you won, write me, Jeanneton
Your white petticoat, your white petticoat.

O thou whom I had the Purchasing Department
Dance for snow-hazel wood!
Did you saved my Jeanneton
Your white petticoat, your white petticoat?