little birds who sing in the night
little mice of the fields, little mice,
stop nibbling, listen to me, the Poet,
I'm talking about a faun, a faun who was crying...
they aren't listening!
little frogs, charging little frogs,
the color of baby crab, so pretty, so charming
cease for a moment croaking at the edge of the pond
listen to the story of a faun, a lycanthrope...
What's a lycanthrope?
He is a were-wolf, and this one...
but please listen to me... I'm a Poet
couac couac kwissli croak
what is it a poet? Is it good to eat?
They don't listen to me! Moon, oh, beautiful moon,
round as a golden tittie, more beautiful than
the mistress of Solomon
moon my mother listen to me, I'm a Poet...
Mother, mother, bring me my balls, i left them in the drawery
yes darling and be quiet your forehead is all sweaty
I'm the moon
I'm listening to you