Allergy
Waltz
Lucienne is allergic to strawberries
As soon as she sees them in a basket
She starts feeling unwell
And begins to vomit
Léon is allergic to wine
The moment he smells a cork’s scent
He runs away like a rabbit
Poor Léon has no luck
Marcel is allergic to cats
Every time he meets a cat
He wags his tail and barks
People think he’s crazy
I know folks who can’t stand anything
Or it’s just a minor thing for them
If they drink a little glass of wine
For them, it’s instantly an overdose
My neighbor can’t stand me
He sees life differently
It seems he loses his mind
Whenever he meets me; yet
You can’t please everyone
The mayor, cops, and priest
All those on whom depend
A good life and proper thinking
Me? I’m allergic to idiots
Big idiots, little idiots, seemingly harmless ones
Or idiots you can spot from afar