Imagine a speech-bubble emanating
From the girl on the right who's gesticulating!
Imagination must fill the gaps.
She's advertising her wares, perhaps.
'Lovely apples, mild and mellow!
Three for the price of two! Bright yellow!'
But maybe she has been misconstrued
And she's really shouting something rude.
'Bloody bastard!' (Her words not mine!)
'You won't get away with it, you swine!'
On the other hand, if her friend, Mary,
Just passed by having left the dairy,
She might be giving a friendly greeting
To someone she's happy to be meeting.
'See you tonight, Mary! Don't be late!
Remember that we have got a date!'
Or could it be that there's been a theft
And that some little ragamuffin has just left
Clutching a large plum in his fist,
Hoping that it will not be missed!
'Come back you varmint! That's not your plum!
You wait! I'm going to tell your Mum!'
Or is she requesting some spicy news,
And are the locals exchanging views?
'Boy or girl? What colour hair?
Does it look like Louis or Pierre?'
It could be she's singing a favourite song,
Requesting the others sing along!
'Frere Jacque' might be her choice
But I think she's got an awful voice!
We'll never know, because, you see,
We weren't part of her Gay Paree.
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