“With Thee, oh, my Beloved, to do a dâk

(a dâk I believe is a sort of uncomfortable post-journey)

On the packsaddle of a grunting yak,

With never room for chilling chaperone,

’Twere better than a Panhard in the Park.”

“With Thee, oh, my Beloved, to do a dâk (a dâk I believe is a sort of uncomfortable post-journey) On the packsaddle of a grunting yak, With never room for chilling chaperone, ’Twere better than a Panhard in the Park.”