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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 |
