The little boy/girl who lost his/her name
One day a little boy awoke, sat up and rubbed his eyes,
looked over at his bedroom door – and got a big surprise!
His name, which he had stuck there – shock horror, it was gone!
What exactly was he called? Bob? Or Ted? Or John?
He looked inside his wardrobe, he peered in all his drawers,
he searched underneath his bed, crouched down on all fours.
No luck! His name had vanished – it wasn’t anywhere.
Oh, j’ai perdu mon nom !
Un beau matin, un petit garçon se réveilla, l’air joyeux.
Regardant la porte de sa chambre, il n’en crut pas ses yeux…
Son nom, jusqu’alors accroché, semblait s’être envolé !
Il s’appelait comment, déjà ? Gaspar, Jean ou Noé ?
Il farfouilla dans son armoire, retourna ses tiroirs.
Se mit à quatre pattes sous le lit, gardant un peu d’espoir.
Rien ! Son nom n’était nulle part. Il avait disparu !