There's a caravan,
Pulled by a donkey,
In the forest.
It strolls
Among the oaks
And never gets lost.
Except when the donkey doesn't know where it's going,
Ha! ha! ha!

A little man
As tall as three apples,
His pockets filled
With strange little noises,
Asked by chance:
"Do you want a friend,
A friend who juggles with noises?
Ha! ha! hi"

"My God, what a windfall,
We were looking for the week
For new numbers.
They are so rare.
Tell us about your art
Right away"
"My name is Pitt Ocha the kid,
Ha! hi! ho"

"I'm a bit of a juggler,
I'm a bit of a tamer:
The noises are my friends.
They recognize me
When I caress them
And bounce like this
Against what can make them resonate.
Ha! hi! ho! hé!"

So goes the story
Of the strange little guy,
The noise tamer.
In all the villages
And through all the ages,
Everyone applauds
Pitt Ocha and his great number,
Ho! ha! hi! hé! ho
Pitt Ocha and his great number
Ho! ha! hi! hé! ho

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