JACQUES, A PENNILESS FRENCH MOUSE
Captain Beaky & His Band
A penniless French mouse, called Jacques
In beret, boots and belted Mac...
Strolled idly down an empty drain
Protected against the wind and the rain
When from a grating in the street
A cigarette fell at his feet
And in surprise he cried, "Mon Dieu!
"It is my favourite brand, Disque Bleu."
"Ma foi - these are tres bon" he said
Inhaling deep, the end glowed red
A smell he thought was just a drain
Was gas escaping from the main
Le grande explosion! Au revoir Jacques
In beret, boots and belted mac...
And now he has gone to the great mousehole in the sky
Where mountains of bleu cheese stretch away
As far as the eye can see...
"Excuse moi?"
"Oui?"
"Which way to the Rocquefort, s'il vous plait?"
