The human body is a kingdom where each organ wants to be the king
There's the head, the heart, the balls, that, you already know
But the other parts of the body also have their say
Everyone wants to take power, and the worst is yet to come
There is, of course, the mouth which often has a big mouth
It thinks it's the fiercest but often puts its finger in its eye
It has a loose tongue to play the leaders of the human body
It shows its teeth, it's known, but doesn't have its heart on its hand
Only, the hand doesn't necessarily have the monopoly of the heart
It likes to clench its fist, it likes to play the terrors
It can even give a finger, it does nothing by halves
The hand doesn't take any gloves and quickly takes us by surprise
The foot doesn't have hair in the hand but lacks ambition
At the drop of a hat, I'd say, like that, that the foot doesn't have a long arm
The arms, they make big gestures to give themselves the beautiful role
They pull a little the blanket but keep their head on their shoulders

We can be shy or we can speak loudly
Anyway, what decides is the body language
We can have an empty mind or a brain like a treasure
Anyway, what dominates is the body language
It's the body language
It's the body language

When the mouth does too much, the hand wants to mark the blow
Not to take its slap, the mouth takes its legs to its neck
The mouth has nothing in the belly, it prefers to turn its back
And the hand knows how to elbow, the head tips its hat to it
But the eye doesn't agree, it gives it the big eyes
They're not bigger than the belly, but the eye knows what it wants
Because the eye has a hard tooth, the body knows it, everyone sees it
Except, maybe, the hand which could well bite its fingers
And, the leg, in all this, well, it doesn't give a kidney
It's straight in its boot and continues its path
No one comes up to its ankle when it comes to moving forward
Even with its Achilles heel, it finds a shoe to its foot
The feet work hand in hand and continue their race
Never the fingers in a fan, they rarely twiddle their thumbs
It makes them a beautiful leg, all these quarrels without height
The feet don't care about all this, out of sight, out of heart

We can be shy or we can speak loudly
Anyway, what decides is the body language
We can have an empty mind or a brain like a treasure
Anyway, what dominates is the body language
It's the body language
It's the body language

To tell the human body, nothing is ever obvious
I racked my brain and even broke my teeth a little
So don't be picky, I hope you'll agree
That this text is hair-raising but that, little by little, it takes shape
I didn't get cold eyes, but I'm still a little worried
I cross my fingers that in the end I'll land on my feet
Don't be a bad tongue even if you've guessed
That, to write this poem, I pulled the worms out of my nose

We can be shy or we can speak loudly
Anyway, what decides is the body language
We can have an empty mind or a brain like a treasure
Anyway, what dominates is the body language
It's the body language
It's the body language

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