Translation: And in the years he reigned; through all the country wide, There was no cause for weeping, save when the good man died. - Pierre-Jean de Béranger

In Paris a queer little man you may see, A little man all in gray;
Rosy and round as an apple is he,
Content with the present whate'er it may be,
While from care and from cash he is equally free, And merry both night and day!
"Ma foi! I laugh at the world." says he,
"I laugh at the world, and the world laughs at me!"
What a gay little man in gray.

Old age doth in sharp pains abound; We are belabored by the gout,
Our blindness is a dark profound, Our deafness each one laughs about.
Then reason's light with falling ray Doth but a trembling flicker cast.
Honor to age, ye children pay! Alas! my fifty years are past!

Translation: In spite of their hats being very ugly, Goddam! I love the English.