Is that you Jean Paul ?
Cries Claudette from her barred room
The gibbous moon waxes insolently
While night scents waft from the locked garden
And docile lizards scutter aimlessly
Under the listless owl's gaze
It is sixty years since brother & sister
Played together in the garden
Swinging from the apple tree
Up up up
Claudette does not recall the
Terrible day when Jean Paul
Fell out of the chestnut tree
While trying to retrieve Claudette's kite
She was helping Maman in the cuisine
When the branch broke
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