/// With her mother on the Promenade,
hats and parasol giving them shade,
young Marie would decide
to walk rather than ride;
she got sick from the jolts when conveyed.

/// Marie’s mother was feeling uneasy
that the day might get cooler and breezy.
Sun was warm at the start,
Marie rode in the cart,
but climbed out when each bounce made her queasy.

/// Since the mother had never been wild
about wheeling a vomiting child,
they’d both get home on foot.
Marie said she would put
the small cart in the pond. Mama smiled.