Dans les rochers de Beg-an-Fry - Thomas Fersen

Dans les rochers de Beg-an-Fry

Habitait un très vieux homard

Il ne quittait pas son abri

Il ne quittait pas son plumard

Il avait un pantalon bleu

Dans lequel il mettait sa queue

Très apprécié des gastronomes

Les femmes aussi bien que les hommes

Il était un peu misanthrope

Cela se conçoit aisément

Il tenait à sauver son froc

Et sa queue naturellement

Il ne sortait pas de chez lui

Sauf à la faveur de la nuit

Dans les marées, dans les cuvettes

Il pinçait le cul des crevettes

Il pinçait le cul par surprise

Et de confusion je suppose

Certaines crevettes sont roses

Tandis que les autres sont grises

Il était un peu cannibale

Et cela semait la terreur

Il y voyait tellement mal

Qu’il mangea sa mère par erreur

Et à la faveur de la houle

Leur manière de plaisanterie

Il allait taquiner les moules

Dans les rochers de Ben-an-Fry

On lui proposait le lapin

Mais le homard n’en voulait pas

Il ne lui restait que trois dents

Qui branlaient avec le courant

Mais un jour il connu sa fin

Et sa queue fut très appréciée

Il entra au fond du casier

Prendre un petit verre de vin

Petit verre qu’on lui offrit

Dans les rochers de Beg-an-Fry

Puis je n’ai plus entendu parler de lui

In the rocks of Beg-an-Fry

Lived a very old lobster

He didn't leave his shelter

He wouldn't leave his sack

He had on blue pants

In which he put his tail

Very popular with gourmets

Women as well as men

He was a bit of a misanthrope

It's easy to imagine

He wanted to save his pants

And his tail naturally

He didn't come out of his house

Except in favor of the night

In the tides, in the basins

He was pinching the prawns ass

He was pinching his ass by surprise

And confusion I guess

Some shrimp are pink

While the others are gray

He was a bit of a cannibal

And it sowed terror

He saw so badly

That he ate his mother by mistake

And in favor of the swell

Their way of joking

He was going to tease the mussels

In the rocks of Ben-an-Fry

He was offered the rabbit

But the lobster didn't want it

He only had three teeth left

Who jerked with the current

But one day he met his end

And his tail was much appreciated

He entered the bottom of the locker

Have a small glass of wine

Small glass offered to him

In the rocks of Beg-an-Fry

Then I heard no more from him