Lullaby

Your father is at Mass,

your mother at the cabaret.

You'll have a spanking

if you cry again.

My mother was a poor woman,

on the plain of Auray,

and I make pancakes

and rock you with my foot.

If you died of the croup,

colic or diarrhea,

if you died of the crust

on your nose,

I would fish for shrimp

when the tide came in.

You don't need hooks

to make fishhead chowder.