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09.06.2021

The Man with the French-white Ladder Makes Stolen Soup

The man with the French-white ladder

Has made his way out, yes, once more

Filling a bag with some radishes

He takes from the neighborhood store

The man with the French-white ladder

With capers and carrots and spice

Will stew them all up in a great cauldron pot

Making soup that’s quite tasty and nice

The man with the French-white ladder

Next day, he’ll go out to the street

And serve out this fine radish soup he’s made

To each stranger and neighbor he meets

He’s a scoundrel, true, and a dastardly crook

And there’s no way to spin it around

But endeared to the hearts of the hungry and poor

He’s a chum to so many in town