c'était un grillon,qui s'appelait Dudulecaché sous un rocheril ne cessait de chanterLe cricri de la crique crieson cri cru et critique, caril craint que l'escrocne le craque il ne le croque.
Mais un espadonà Dédé donna DuduleD'un don si doux Dédéfit son dada qu'il gardaLe cricri de la crique crison cri cru et critiqueCar il craint que l'escrocne le craque il ne le croque
There was a cricketand its name was Dudule,Hidden beneath a rockit didn't stop to singthe cricket by the creek it crieshis raw cry, rings out critically, causehe fears that the crookwon't crunch it and won't munch it
But a swordfish gaveDudule to DédéOf such a sweet gift, Dédémade his hobby that he keptthe cricket by the creek it crieshis raw cry, rings out critically, causehe fears that the crookwon't crunch it and won't munch it