A glass of Cru does not make one a Frenchman
   Though you feel it in flow through your veins
A pair of Lobbs does not make one an Englishman
   Though you will wish to walk like that again
A silk Armani suit does not make one an Italian
   Though your new style will be your gain
A parcel of land does make one a countryman
   Though you will hear the call of the plain
A part in a play does not make one a thespian
   Though you may know how to explain
A romantic kiss does not make one a husband
   Though she will forever live in your brain
An eagle soaring does not make one a shaman
   Though you see it fly through the rain
But the right woman can make you a gentleman
   And a soul can guide a humble man