(no subject)
with a whiff of grapeshot you defended
from those who would seize mighty tuileries
and thus the republic was as good as ended
with a demonstration of might your army crushed the papacy
and incorporated the cisalpine unto your own
as you undermined the royalist directory
oh how i remember on the 18th brumaire
your midget fingers wrote the constitution of the 8th year
and your midget fingers clutched la ville lumière
i held david's easel as you crossed the alps
your mare trotted in the footsteps of hannibal
to win the world for itself
gaul had fallen to a cannibal
but alas napoleon in the form of coalition four
your power was balanced in the peninsular war
and upon the engagement of coalition six
russia employed its scorched-earth tricks
and so your razing of moscow had surrounded alexander
and so tardily you turned from the city you burned
and so the intransigent tsar never did surrender
and thus the grande armee's catalytic winter retreat
brought you to the fields of saxony, your ultimate defeat
and from elba to waterloo came your last stand
and in the valley of the willows in exile you rest
but your heartbeat murmurs sentiments loud across the land
whispering 'return france to glory at the people's behest!'