Henri Dupont

For years, unspotted
Henri Dupont wheeled his barrow in Marseilles
But at last fate overtook him
And they came to take him away

Wheeled his barrow in the market
Rose at six and went to work
But at last they came to get him;
Six Israelis and a Turk

Wheeled his barrow, veg and 'cumbers;
Pomme-de-terred, and brussled sprout;
Cheered the people with his whistling;
"Essayez mes tomates!" he'd shout

How the little kiddies loved him
Scampering round him, out of breath
But now thе hate and torture chambers
And thе horrors worse than death!

Henri Dupont, in the market;
Singing all the livelong day
Really couldn't understand it
When they came to take him away