There was an old Frenchman, Jean-Paul Whose friend was a man called Old Saul Their wives were quite flighty With flimsy nightie Went out together, had a ball
We can but repeat, "C'est la vie!" That's life, it's tough and I say "Qui" That's quite Greek to me I'm as fit as a flea My old joints just need oiling, mai oui.
The sun’s bright, windows are showing The grass needs a jolly good mowing Will him indoors help? Out, looking for kelp! So where will he find that growing?