1, 2, 3, 4, ma p'tite vache a mal aux pattes

She kept singing this Children's

Comptine as if it meant something.

Babette, la baleine bleue

Fait de bien belles bulles

She kept on going, laughing.

Et patati!

Et patata!

Petite patate, tanpis pour toi!

She kept repeating them,

Clearly delighted by them,

Even though no one knew why.

He closed the door quietly

And let her get on with it,

It was just another regular day.