We are the Little Birds of France

At almost every meal eaten outdoors in France, whether a rough snack outside a tent, or lunch at one of the restaurants in the Tuileries Gardens, there are little birds darting in and out to snatch fragments of food. I felt they deserved a poem, so I wrote one, in English. Then I thought they should be commemorated in something nearer to French. Finally, I gave them a full French version – which does not scan.

We are the Little Birds of France

We are the little birds of France
Each luncheon time we do our dance
We table dive without regret
To snatch a fragment of baguette.

                           ***

Nous sommes les petit birds de France
Chaque déjeuner nous do our danse
Nous dive sous table sans regret
To snatch un morceau de baguette.

***

Nous sommes les petits oiseaux de France
Chaque déjeuner nous faisons notre danse
Nous plongeons à table sans regret
Pour prendre un fragment de baguette

© Huw Evans 2019

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