I once saw a Gesticulating Frenchman
While abroad on holiday
I think he was trying to get across
Just what he had to say
His arms shot out left and right
His knees went up and down
He shock his head and waved his hands
He even tried a frown
It was only then I realized, all this was meant for me
Cos I’d run over his foot, with my car you see!
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