Classic Poem

I seek the place of Macaroons
And none can tell me where it lies
Not French or Flemings or Walloons
Dutchmen in opulent pantaloons
Or German bands with big bassoons
Or Yankees weeping for saloons
Or yellow Chinks or coal-black coons
Or Monds or Samuels or Sassoons
Or Indians making them pontoons
Or Bengal's natures or Rangoon's
Where Hilary her soul attunes
To Winters milder than our Junes
Agreeably varied by typhoons,
Or Malay pirates made maroons
Or Danes upon their sandy dunes
Or Highland lads or Lowland loons
Or bold Hibernian gossoons
Can find the land where Macaroons
Grow upon trees in Paradise.