Is very ill,
And nothing will improve her,
Until she sees
And waddles through the Louvre.
Poor Madame Dill! The author of this little ditty, who hides behind a cloak of anonymity, clearly thinks Madame Dill is an object of ridicule. But I have every sympathy. When I was younger (ie unmarried) and freer to take off for Paris on a whim, I too thought it was just the destination to cure every malaise. So you go girl, Madame Dill! 🙂