In the country of Aragon
There was a girl
Who loved lemon
And vanilla ice cream
In the country of Castile
There was a boy
Who sold vanilla
And lemon ice cream

I prefer chocolate ice cream
Hair on the arm
But at my pastry shop
There is no more, it's sold out
That's why I didn't get any
Too bad for him
And I ate for dessert
Some camembert
Camembert is good
When it's well made, long live love
By the way, let's get back to our sheep

In the country of Aragon
There was a girl
Who loved lemon
And vanilla ice cream
In the country of Castile
There was a boy
Who sold vanilla
And lemon ice cream

Selling ice cream is a very good job
Hair on the feet
It's much better than selling chickweed
Patapon
Selling chickweed is not fun
I have a relative
Who sold it for birds
But the birds
Didn't buy it, they preferred
Sheep droppings
By the way, let's get back to our lambs

In the country of Aragon
There was a girl
Who loved lemon
And vanilla ice cream
In the country of Castile
There was a boy
Who sold vanilla
And lemon ice cream

But Castile is not Aragon
Ah, but no
And Aragon is not Castile
And the girl
Did without lemon
And vanilla ice cream
And the boy sold nothing
Everything melted
In a business, it's bad
When the bottom melts, hair on the feet
Speaking of feet, let's sing until tomorrow

In the country of Aragon
There was a girl
Who loved lemon
And vanilla ice cream
In the country of Castile
There was a boy
Who sold vanilla
And lemon ice cream!

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