I have a garden in my house
that is totally beautiful;
but there's nobody who waters it for me
and I have it very dry.
As I'm not a gardener
and I don't like to work,
at night, even if I don't want it,
I have to water it.
When I lay to sleep and when I get up,
I fill the watering can with water
and with the skirt a bit gathered
I'm watering this way.
Now that clump then this side
and a couple pours in the vine.
But having to water annoys me,
because I end so wet
that I have to change my clothes.
I can't find a gardener
and it's an odd case
Among so many gentlemen
there's no volunteer, Is it?
Don't be scared it they told you
to come to work
because as it is little
you have little to water.
And if there's someone who listens
and accepts with pleasure my watering can
I promise that in two lessons
you'll water this way.
Give a pour on the jazmines
Be careful, boy, with the socks!
But having to water annoys me,
because I end so wet
that I have to change my clothes.