Elle vendait des petits gâteaux [English translation]

She was a pastry-baker

somewhere In Croissant street,

and her nice little manners

attracted customers.

People loved to the utmost

Her puits d'amour-like eyes,

Her skin as soft as cream

and her cream-puff-like mouth

and from morning till night,

in her small pastry-shop,

She was selling little cakes

that she set just

as should be,

wrapped in some nice white paper,

Circled with a small ribbon.

While she served all her buyers,

she would wiggle so gently..

What a show it was to see

her sell her little milk buns.

One day her shop was entered

by some old gentleman,

who started ogling at her,

spotting the woman..

And to speak to the lady,

he chose to buy some sweets :

Oh, will you, please, Miss,

give me some candied chestnuts.

Looking at her pertly ,

he took two ones in his hand.

She was selling little cakes,

that she set as should be

in some nice white paper,

Circled with a small ribbon .

He said: '' I offer you, sweetheart ''

Candied chesnuts and my hot heart''..

She said: ''Hot heart, you sure have one''

"but the chestnuts are frozen''...

He sat down at a table

to have a small cream-puff.

She offered,

a variety of stuff,

insisting impishly that

he should have hard nougat .

But he, shaking his head, replied sadly:

'' At my age, oh ,you see..

''Soft butterscotch is all I have''. ..

She was selling little cakes

that she set just

as should be,

wrapped in some nice white paper,

Circled with a small ribbon.

The old man kept staring at her,

he was dipping shakingly,

in a glass of almond-juice

a tiny cat's tongue-like biscuit..

He'd been sitting there for three long hours,

She was thinking, on edge, he'd never scamper...

Not knowing what to do to unscrew him from there,

She told him angrily:

Have those crunchy cake balls !..

But he replied curtly:

I don't like dry biscuits, no..

She was selling little cakes

that she set just

as should be,

wrapped in some nice white paper,

Circled with a small ribbon.

So she told him, with a nice smile :

'' Well, my dear Sir, if you

don't like any dry biscuit,

Why don't you eat shit with it ?