To Clarice - Be My Darling!

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Where'ere I look, my darling Clarice,

I think of you. A flock of geese,

A lofty cloud, up in the skies,

Reminds me of your brownish eyes.

When in the woods I see a fawn,

I ponder on your hair of tawn.

Across the Iliac I sail

In every wave I never fail

To see you below, also above—

Oh barmaid Clarice, please be my love!

Singed,

Georges Plouffe, First-Mate (get it?)