Le Révolution! It is not what you understand to know. Out of the question! The history books, what they say to you, is it not so misinformed, eh? Why look, look with two of your own eyes:
Babar the Élèphant King is alive and well. See how he so courteously allows his Queen, Celeste, to ride while he sits on the difficult floor. Could he do so if he were executed? Absurd! And yet… and yet… I fear for his good health… there is villain always… a plot may hatch always unless you gaze about with cunning… Ah! See! Who is lurking below the boulevard?
Just as I suspect all the while: Zephir, the little monkey, it is he who lies in ambuscade there in the sewers of Paris. It is he who covets the crown of his majesty! But he will not meet success, not at all. I know so well, for I have been in his great, fuzzy shoes and I see the denouement so plain. Like my nose! Go back, little monkey! Go back to your tree! It is not late in excess!
Filed under: French, History, Paris, Wonderful | Tagged: Babar, French Revolution, Paris, Zephir
