Lil’ personnes, lil’ personnes How I love lil’ personnes Love to chop and to serve little men First I cut off their heads Then I pull out their bones Ah mais oui, ça c'est toujours bien Lil’ personnes, lil’ personnes Hee hee hee, hon hon hon With a cleaver I hack them in two I pull out what’s inside And I serve it up fried God, I love little people, don’t you? Here’s something for tempting the palette Prepared in the classic technique First you pound the man flat with a mallet Then you slash through their skin Give their belly a slice Then you rub some salt in ‘Cause it makes it taste nice Zut alors, I have missed one! Sacre bleu, what is this? How on earth could I miss Such a sweet little succulent lad? Quel dommage, what a loss Here we go, in the sauce Now some flour, I think just a tad Now I stuff you with bread It won't hurt, 'cause you’re dead And you’re certainly lucky you are 'Cause it’s gonna be hot in my big silver pot Toodle-oo, little guy! Au revoir!

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