Moni Peal
Moni Peal and Beau Ideal.
Rode the Paris Ferris Wheel.
It was love at first glance.
She's the fairest lass in France.
Beau asked Moni for her hand.
Though it was a flash, Romance.
Three hundred made the wedding Dance.
Half of Flanders was entranced.
As it passed mere happenstance.
Is it not the Grand Parlance?
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