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I passed under the Porte Saint-Denis, I stepped on a mouse's tail, The mouse said squeak-squeak, And that's the end of my tale.

Large forehead, Small eyes, Large eyes, Crunchy nose, Mouth of money, Flowery chin, Let's sketch our friend.

Wet, wet, Paradise, The whole world is under cover; Nothing but my little brother Who is under the gutter To collect the li'l fish For his snack;