Jean de Nivelle's dog is here
biting Mother Michel's cat
under the very eye of the watchman.
François Bluesocks finds it hilarious!

To aid the public scribe, the Moon
dispenses its dark light
making Médor and his wife Angélique
turn green on the humble wall.

And here comes the swordsman La Ramée
cursing like a good royal soldier.
Under his ill-famed white clothing
his heart is bursting with joy, 

because the baker's wife... (She? - Yes forsooth,
Bernant Lustucru is her old man)
... has recently rewarded his flame...
(Children, the Lord be with you!)

Make way! In her long blue robe
all made of rustling satin,
gadzooks! an impure woman comes,
in her sedan-chair that you have to praise,

be you philosopher or skinflint,
for there's so much gold embossing 
that this insolent luxury mocks
all the banknotes of John Law:

Get back, filthy lawyer, make way,
little midget, little priest,
and little poet never weary
of seeking the rhyme that escapes you.

Now the real night is arriving...
However, never tired
of being inattentive and naïve,
François Bluesocks finds it all hilarious!