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THE FRENCH BOY
Little Pierre from far away
In the sunny south of France
Came to learn and love and play
All the year with Bell and Lance,
While his parents crossed the seas,
Sailing quickly to Japan.
English friends were glad to please
Friends in France as dear as these,
So they took the little man
Home with them. A charming plan,
Pretty Pierre!
In the sunny south of France
Came to learn and love and play
All the year with Bell and Lance,
While his parents crossed the seas,
Sailing quickly to Japan.
English friends were glad to please
Friends in France as dear as these,
So they took the little man
Home with them. A charming plan,
Pretty Pierre!
Eyes he had of larkspur blue,
Hair the shade of cowslip gold,
Nimble little feet that flew
Quick as wings not very old.
When he stood to say his grace
Slowly in a foreign tongue,
Surely angels in the place
Watched that almost angel face,
Smiled when Peter's treble flung
Me this question, “Iz eet wr-rung,
Mistaire Gaal?”
Hair the shade of cowslip gold,
Nimble little feet that flew
Quick as wings not very old.
When he stood to say his grace
Slowly in a foreign tongue,
Surely angels in the place
Watched that almost angel face,
Smiled when Peter's treble flung
Me this question, “Iz eet wr-rung,
Mistaire Gaal?”
When his parents sailed away
Oversea from far Japan,
In our work and in our play
Lost we then the little man.
But we keep him in our breast,
Held by love's enduring link,
Where for always he shall rest,
Go he east or go he west!
Memory hears him, gay and pink,
Call the question, “Vat you tink,
Mistaire Gaal?”
Oversea from far Japan,
In our work and in our play
Lost we then the little man.
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Held by love's enduring link,
Where for always he shall rest,
Go he east or go he west!
Memory hears him, gay and pink,
Call the question, “Vat you tink,
Mistaire Gaal?”
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