The Sentinels Composed upon Westminster Bridge

ah, twas flaris that the wind carried! she smiled as he came upon them, and nodded politely toward his bow. the pale queen appreciated such grand gestures, though never enforced them. the regal girl-queen grinned coyly to his beseeching, and her shyness, in the chill autumnal day, melted away as she allowed herself to simply feel the joie de vivre in her heart! and so, her accented voice soon joined that of her dear starbucks, and she sang, her eyes twinkling gaily:

Au clair de la lune
Pierrot répondit
Je n'ai pas de plume
Je suis dans mon lit
Va chez la voisine
Je crois qu'elle y est
Car dans sa cuisine
On bat le briquet,