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LE PIQUENIQUE
©Gary Bowman

A lad and lass did ride, On their vélos to the countryside
‘Twas in the open air, Le pique-nique to share
With the words, ‘Bon Apetit’, and basket full of tasty treats,
C’est un piquenique, en France, sur la pelouse

The ants, advanced, And did a happy dance
For the feast that lay in wait

On the lawn the food was spread, On a checkered cloth of white and red
With fresh-baked cheese aquette, Asparagus spears and vinaigrette
Frittatas, rice and quiche, Artichokes and crème fraiche
C’est un piquenique, en France, sur la pelouse

A bee, did see, the chicken fricassee
A buzz was in the air

Being stuffed with coq au vin, The lad played on his mandolin
He sang a song of love, As mosquitoes swarmed above
The lad soon won her heart, She set aside the cherry tart
C’est un piquenique, en France, sur la pelouse

A fly, did spy, the remnant of the pie
Sipping cherry cider through a straw

The couple called it a day, And went upon their merry way
The ants scoured the ground, Packing all the crumbs they found
Before we bid adieu, I have one request of you,
Pazzes-moi le fatoosh, s’il vous plaît
Pazzes-moi le fatoosh, s’il vous plaît
Pazzes-moi le fatoosh, s’il vous plaît