Anaheim In November Poem by Pierre Rausch

On the subject of mariage
The most that can be said
Rode forth the news
An unambitious life

It was about raising
All around the clearing
The only way is to chose
In the vapors of pipe

Not for less then Anaheim
Total fifty seven francs
Not for less then Anaheim
I will return for my darling

The handles are of silver
Would from company
Always new, nothing the same
They leaned two by two

Wether he was pondering
When suddenly a vast rumbling woke
He could not see the people

But he saw that all
In much emotion
Made the descend
At the expiration