Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, Violette

There was in a small village
A girl with laughing eyes
And, to top it off,
Pretty as a picture

As soon as she saw a boy
She would flee, lowering her head
Blushing with embarrassment
On her bicycle

It was alarming
And disconcerting
Pedaling pedalo pedaling pedaling
Her little heart went pan pan

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Violette, Violette
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Violette
On a bicycle
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Violette, Violette
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Violette

And not coquettish,
She flies well
Yes but she never goes far
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Violette, Violette
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
She is a wise girl

But one day in May
She decided, by Jove,
To go pick lilies of the valley
Through the woods

Don't go, said mom
Don't go, it's imprudent
It's the voice of reason,
Stay at home

But it was spring
And the beautiful child
Pedaling pedaling pedaling pedaling
Went off singing

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Violette, Violette
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Violette
On a bicycle
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven

My little heart is celebrating
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
I have songs in my head
In the woods, there was the wolf
Who suddenly devoured her.

The moral of this story,
You must believe, you must believe,
Is that girls should not
Venture alone into the woods

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Violette