He was bound out to roam
Over river and foam
A wild-eyed adventure, a ringer!
While she, all alone
Was doomed to stay home,
So he asked what she'd like him to bring her.

'Though he meant it quite kind
Her wiley young mind
Was quick as a fox when it runs
And she asked, with a tear
For a small souvienier
That weighed at least several tons!

Oh, bring me a menhir, Mein Herr!
From your travels away over there!
When you come back, my dear,
Oh, bring me my menhir,
TO show me how deeply you care!