Premier mai

                                                         Pas très gai

                                                      Le soleil

                                                      Qui oublie

                                                      Son réveil

                                                      Puis la pluie

                                                      Fait des "clac"

                                                      Sur le sol

                                                      Et les flaques

                                                      Ces vieilles folles

                                                      Elles s'étouffent

                                                      De rire

                                                      Elles se pouffent

                                                      Aux dires

                                                      Que l'été

                                                      s'ra mauvais