Poor Pierre of Pisseloup
hurt in summer's mid-day sun
struggled worse in autumn when with vines
and harvest done odd jobs were always scarce
but when he cashed his state support
you sometimes found him calmly stood
if briefly with his fellow man
as any peasant would
so it was that little Peter
poor Pierre of Pisseloup
took his trouble home from Charly
clearly knew what he would do
So it is that any problem
when addressed right and with good cheer
is found easier than it seems
River Marne had solved his problems
but it took away his dreams
In truth I never knew him
he was just a simple bloke a sight
worse off than most and
who hardly ever spoke just
two kind words each summer just
good morning and good night
in truth he was from Pavant
but with Pisseloup close by
it seemed a waste to call him so.
He didn't need to die.