.Au ciel de qui se moque-t-on?
Ãtait-ce utile qu'un orage
Vînt au pays de Jeanneton
Mettre à mal son beau pâturage?
Pour ses brebis, pour ses moutons
Plus une plante fourragère
Rien d'épargné que le chardon
Dieu, s'il existe, il exagère, il exagère
Et là -dessus, méc.
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