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La Coccinelle

Elle me dit: "Quelque chose
"Me tourmente." Et j'aperçus
Son cou de neige, et, dessus,
Un petit insecte rose.

J'aurais dû, - mais, sage ou fou,
A seize ans, on est farouche, -
Voir le baiser sur sa bouche
Plus que l'insecte à son cou.

On eût dit un coquillage;
Dos rose et taché de noir.
Les fauvettes pour nous voir
Se penchaient dans le feuillage.

Sa bouche fraîche était là;
[Je me courbai]1 sur la belle,
Et je pris la coccinelle;
Mais le baiser s'envola.

"Fils, apprends comme on me nomme,"
Dit l'insecte du ciel bleu,
"Les bêtes sont au bon Dieu;
"Mais la bêtise est à l'homme."

The Ladybug

She said to me: "Something's
Itching me." And I saw
Her snow-white neck, and on it
A small rose-coloured insect.

I should - but right or wrong,
At sixteen one is shy -
Have seen the kiss on her lips
More than the insect on her neck.

Like a shell it shone;
Red back speckled with black.
The warblers, to catch a glimpse of us,
Craned their necks in the branches.

Her fresh mouth was there:
I leaned over the lovely girl,
And dislodged the ladybird,
But the kiss flew away!

Son, learn my name",
Said the insect from the blue sky,
Creatures belong to our good Lord,
But cretins belong to man."

Excuse the extra minute, youtube decided to add it.