< Translation:French Nursery Rhymes
COUNTING.
2.
While passing through the kitchen
Of Mr. Portefarine,
I heard that he was roasting
Three dozen little hens.
I asked whom they were for,
And was told they were for my father.
My father made me taste them,
I found them too salty.
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve.)
Blow your nose,
Cheeky little fellow.
Harlequin,
Blow your own.
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