| Show THE CUES PROGRESS Monsieur the Cure down the street Comes with his kind old face With his coat worn bare and his straggling strag-gling hair And his green umbrella case You may GrandePlace see him pass by the little And the tiny Hotelde Vie He smiles as he goes to the flucriste Rose And the pompier Theophile He turns as a rule through the Marche cool Where the noisy fishwives call And Therese his compliments pays to the belle As she knits in her dusky stall Theres letter to drop at the locksmiths lock-smiths shop And Toto the locksmiths niece Has jubilant hopes for the Cure gropes In his tails for a pain depice Theres a little dispute with a merchant of fruit Who is said to be heterodox That will ended be with 3 Ma fol out And a pinch from the Cures box There is also a word that no one heard To the furriers daughter too And a palo cheek fed with a flickering red And a Bon Dieu garde Msieu But a grander way for the SousPrefet And a bow for Maamselle Anne And a mock offhat to the Notarys cat And a nod to the Sacristan Forever through life the Cure goes With a smile on his kind old face With his coat worn bare and his straggling strag-gling hair And his green umbrella case Austin Dobson in Cornhill Magazine 1S78 |