Cat song

Cat, cat, chat,

black cat, white cat, gray cat,

charming, reclining cat -

cat, cat, cat,

do you not hear the mice

dancing and weaving in threes

on the floor?

The burgher is snoring in his bed

beneath a cap of cotton,

and the moon is gazing through the window:

dance, my mice - dance, my pretty mice,

dance quickly,

flicking your fine, magical tails.

Dance without music, completely at ease,

to the sound of your light steps;

in the light of the moon that has just risen,

run! the soldiers of the village in the street

are marching about the town;

and all the cats of old Paris

are asleep in their chairs:

white cats, black cats, or gray cats.