LOOK OUT FOR THE SNAKE!

The little Count of Lemonade,
Playful, tiny... A monkeyshine
Wandering, tiny and playful,
Through the salons of Christophe the Great.
His gay little monkey face
To everyone says; "Yes.
Yes, Madame Coffeewith, Monsieur Haiti,
That way, this way".

While the macaque patricians
Pass by, armed with squat cocoanuts,
Solemnly black with nobility,
The Count, tiny and playful,
Is a flowing delicacy
That fills the salon with niceties...
"Yes, Madame Coflfeewith, Monsieur Haiti,
That way, this way".

See him in the rigadoon.
Watch him in the minuet...
No one in the Court of Christophe the Great
Wears the brocade coat with so much grace
Or moves on such a genteel foot.
His social formula is: oh, pardon!
His word of elegance: volupté!

Ah, but in the presence of His Highness
You must never dare say: Look out for the snake!
Because, losing his head in an instant,
All the fine aristocrat vanishes!

And there goes the Count of Lemonade
With his red brocade coat in a whirl
And his proud jaw
Rigid in epileptic tension...
There he goes with grotesque gestures
Multiplying orang-utans
In the mirrors of Christophe the Great.