Les Crayons :- The Pencils

She didn't have any parents,
Since she was an orphan.
Since she didn't have any money,
She wasn't rich

However she used to have parents,
But they hadn't recognized her,
Therefore the poor child,
Was nicknamed the Stranger.

She used to sell postcards,
And also pencils,
For her fatal destiny,
Was to sell pencils.
She used to say to passers-by :
"Do you want pencils?"
But as they would see the Stranger,
They would always say no.
That's what is sad.

(spoken)
It's really sad not to recognize your child,
You have to be a really bad observer !
It seems to me that if I had a child, me, I would recognize her !
Providing that she looks like me, naturally !

It was on Rue de Ménilmontant,
That she would display her basket.
To attract the customers,
She would shake a little her basket,
But someday a roamer
Who walked past her basket
Took all her pencils,
So she started screaming :
"Would you like postcards ?
I don't have any more pencils.",
But people, of course,
Wanted nothing but pencils.
When she would cry on the street,
"Would you like pencils ?"
They would say to the stranger :
"Your pencils are no good.",
That's what is sad.

(spoken)
That's sad really, she didn't have any more pencils.
I mean, of course, she would walk with her basket uncovered, wouldn't she ?
So the roamer, him, he walked past her, didn't him ?
So with his his hand, er... hop! He stole all her pencils, so that she didn't have any left.
It is true that she didn't need them, since she would never sell them ! But still!

A big pencils merchant
Told her : "Come to my house, child,
I will show you some nice ones,
And I won't ask for money."
It was a funny bargain,
For he was a funny merchant,
She really felt it,
For she had a baby.

(spoken)
It is really sad to use a stranger like that !
Well it is true she was weak too !
It's not because he said he had a... he was...
Well, she had a child now, where would that lead ?
If only she'd have a pencil lead!
But no. And that's what made her sad !
So she abandonned her child,
And what did this child do, later, eh ?

She sold postcards,
And also pencils,
For her fatal destiny,
Was to sell pencils.
She used to say to passers-by :
"Do you want pencils?"
But as they would see the Stranger,
They would always say no.
That's what is sad.


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