Il était une oie [English translation]

There was once a goose

A little goose

Who displayed in her shopfront

The unripe fruits of her sixteenth summer

And the pips which were inside

Alas the shop was closed

On weekdays, Sundays and holidays.

She met the eyes

Of a nasty gentleman

Who passing in her window

The unripe fruits of her seventeenth summer

Wanted to know what was inside

Alas the shop was closed

On weekdays, Sundays and holidays.

Another tried

But didn’t get

As far as the zip

Over the unripe fruits of her eighteenth summer

Never found out what was inside

Of course the shop was closed

On weekdays, Sundays and holidays.

But one full of daring

Came and broke the glass

With blows from his umbrella

The unripe fruits of her nineteenth summer

He got to see what was inside

Until then it stayed closed

On weekdays, Sundays and holidays.

Now there’s a goose

A little goose

Who no longer displays in her shopfront

The unripe fruits of her twentieth summer

With the child which is inside

Because since then the shop’s been closed

On weekdays, Sundays and holidays

Closed, closed, due to a sad loss...

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• Artist:Juliette Gréco