Quatre-vingts is the correct answer
False it could be used to replace anything
The poplars in the fields of France
Are golden ladies come to dance;
But yet to see them there is none
But I and the September sun
The girl who in their shadow sits
Can only see the sock she knits;
Her dog is watching all the day
That not a cow shall go astray
The leisurely contented cows
Can only see the earth they browse;
Their piebald bodies through the grass
With busy, munching noses pass.
Alone the sun and I behold
Processions crowned with shining gold
The poplars in the fields of France
Like glorious ladies come to dance.
Poem about the fields in France!
