La Chanson Des Baguettes
by Antonia ClarkI went to France for les baguettes,
those fragrant, crusty loaves of bread,
to eat my fill without regret.
I knew, in Paris, I would get
le meilleur pain and I would spread
butter and jam on les baguettes.
I searched boulangeries to whet
my appetite. I’d heard it said,
en France, one eats without regret.
And that is how, one day, I met
a lusty baker who turned my head
with promises of les baguettes.
And after a brief tête-à-tête,
he led me to his soft French bed
where we devoured without regret.
Ah, mes amis, you know I let
him love me well, leave me well fed.
I went to France for les baguettes
and learned to live without regret.