Poems by Ogden Nash

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I know, mon Général, it hurts your pride

To see your cherished language Yankeefied,

Your pure, precise Parisian prunes and prisms

Walk cheek by jowl with Americanisms:

Your earnest students of Racine and Zola

Consuming le hot dog and Coca-Cola,

Or roaming through le drugstore in a quest

For paperbacks depicting le Far Oest.