If  I  spoke in a French accent
and cortesied before tea,
would you try to kiss me?
If I  said non,
would you bluff your conduct
and say I'm just your  hearty Anglo Saxon,
trying to win over the old enemy.
If you so much thought that,
I'd hit you so hard,
that it could only be a crime of passion
burying you ever so neatly in ancien Crowhurst