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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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The Fountain

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3188 reads)
Alphonzo Rex a fountain grand

The Fountain

Alphonzo Rex a fountain grand
    Set in his garden rare;
But round it secret jets he planned
    To spout into the air.
And while his guests about it stood
    In raiment gay and rich,
Alphonzo Rex in festive mood
    Would turn a switch.

And then each jet of silver spray
    Up from the path would spurt,
And every lady in dismay
    Would clutch a silken skirt.
Of course the royal joker was
    Profuse in his regret,
And all the dames would shriek because
    Their pants were wet.

Such is the legend that the guide
    Will tell to me and you,
If in Seville you chance to bide,
    A week or haply two.
But when the merry fountain sprayed,
    For as I gazed the damn guide played
    That trick on me.

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