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He'd gaze in her orbit of blue,
Her hand he would tenderly squeeze,
But the words of her tongue that he knew
Were limited strictly to these:

"Coraline Celestine Eulalie,
Houp là! Je vous aime, oui, mossoo,
Combien donnez moi aujourd' hui
Bonjour, Mademoiselle, parlez voo."

Mademoiselle de la Sauce Mayonnaise
Was a witty and beautiful miss,
Extremely correct in her ways,
But her English consisted of this:—
 
"Oh my! pretty man, if you please,
Blom boodin, biftek, currie lamb,
Bouldogue, two franc half, quite ze cheese,
Rosbif, me spik Angleesh godam."

He'd gaze in her eyes all the day,
Admiring their sparkle and dance,
And list while she rattled away
In the musical accents of France.

A waiter, for seasons before,
Had basked in her beautiful gaze,
And burnt to dismember Milor,
He loved De la Sauce Mayonnaise.