Alain Delalune (adelune)

Name: Alain Delalune Contact
Country: France
Intro: By a tepid night of spring,
There was quite hundred years ago,
That under a blade of parsley noiseless
So slim was born
John of the Moon, John of the Moon.

He was big like a mushroom
Frail, delicate, small, cute,
And yellow and green like a parrot
Had a good cackle
John of the Moon, John of the Moon.

For cane he had a toothpick
Blinked the eye, walked limping,
And staying in all season
In a pumpkin
John of the Moon, John of the Moon.

When he ventured through wood,
Afar, closely, of all places,
Blackbirds, bullfinches on their kazoos,
Repeated in circle:
John of the Moon, John of the Moon.

One saw it passing sometimes
In a coupe as big as a walnut,
And that along the bloomed pathes
Dragged two mice,
John of the Moon, John of the Moon.

So by chance, offered itself a stream,
Who stopped it there immediately,
Too small to clear it of a jump,
Made a grass a bridge
John of the Moon, John of the Moon.

When he died, each cried it,
In her pumpkin, one buried it,
And on her tomb one wrote
On the cross: here-lies
John of the Moon, John of the Moon.

Approximate translation of a French nursery rhyme
Member Since: 2007-10-02
Equipment: Olympus E-330
Note: Gold Star Critiquer/Silver Workshop Editor (2)
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