  I PAY two sous and take my chair Among the little girls and boys; The nurses turn their heads and stare, For puppet-shows are children’s joys. And yet, though Time has hit me hard, And life I’m given to revile, From every joy I’m not debarred, For Guignol still can make me smile. Dear Guignol of my golden youth! How oft in these Elysian fields I’ve listened to his words of truth, And watched the baton that he wields! And still in autumn’s pleasant glow A happy hour away I while, And with the babies “see the show,” For Guignol still can make me smile! |
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