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 A sunny spot in sunny France
 * Was hit upon for this affair;

The ground was picked by ,
 * The stakes were pitched by.

Said, "Your work you see—
 * Go in, my noble boy, and win."

"En garde, mon fils!" said
 * "Allons!" "Go on!" "En garde!" "Begin!"



(The mothers were of decent size,
 * Though not particularly tall;

But in the sketch that meets your eyes
 * I've been obliged to draw them small.)