No one notices me 
But they need me ever so much.
I am one of the many lamps in this Parisian dance Garden.
Ah! The things I see here.
Madame Beauchamp and her husband dance
Yet Monsieur Beauchamp just stole glances 
At Mademoiselle Lorette.
And that’s just the beginning!
Oh, the things I shine on!
If I could speak
I would tell you about the things I have seen
Since they brought me here.
I was just a naïve little lamp back then.
But now,
I have grown into a wise lamp
Lighting up this place and its delicious food!
By sundown, the air is filled with wonderful smells
Of croissants, freshly buttered baguettes, French onion soup
Chocolates, eclairs, and so much more!
The deliciousness in the air often gets mixed 
With cigar smoke from old men in the corner.
Accompanying these fumes is the calm ballroom music. 
Humans only hear the music
But I hear the whispers of young women,
The loud chatter of men
And indeed, the noisy chomping 
Of people devouring food.
But now, 
If you will excuse me,
I have some juicy gossips to catch up on!