Joie De Vivre

'Tis said that the young girls of France At the age of twelve lose their pants To an handsome young knight Well equipped for the fight With a strong but flexible lance Les Françaises are known to cavort For sex is their national sport That thing between thighs Is the Font of Sighs Though some members seem to fall short Mademoiselles of course learn to love Though husbands all get the shove A wife's hot pursuit Is for a recruit Who will fit her needs like a glove So Frenchmen go out of their way To please someone's wife for the day They are always polite And go home every night For the French, "Joie de vivre" is that way