Joie De Vivre
'Tis said that the young girls of France
At the age of twelve lose their pants
To an handsome young knight
Well equipped for the fight
With a strong but flexible lance
Les Françaises are known to cavort
For sex is their national sport
That thing between thighs
Is the Font of Sighs
Though some members seem to fall short
Mademoiselles of course learn to love
Though husbands all get the shove
A wife's hot pursuit
Is for a recruit
Who will fit her needs like a glove
So Frenchmen go out of their way
To please someone's wife for the day
They are always polite
And go home every night
For the French, "Joie de vivre" is that way
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