OOH, How loud it gets in the Nicolas Feuilette Champagne cellar
Where up to 50 000 000 Champagne fairies
wait their turn.
Oh the young ones two months on the yeast,
The old ones, 5 years on the yeast
they grunt and they all moan
“Have mercy! Have mercy!
Dear, dear Champagne waiter
And free us from our yeast,
so we can bubble and jumble
and clutter and muddle
in Night Bars and Kayuputis
all night long.
A Palmes d’Or from Nicolas Feuilette utter:
“Already 6 years I wait for my release“.
But then I say: “Be quiet your birth year
Was spoilt by the film “La Grande Bouffe”.
Another one, called “ Nicolas Feuilette Reserve”
Starts flirting with me and says:
“Do select me, select me!
The old wine elf
Robert Parker gave me pixie points, a full one hundred.“ “He lied said I, he lied!“
and I take an Jeroboam Palmes d’Or Rose champagne Fairy, 16teen years of age
Oh, how my friends grin, They drink so easily, so freely, so thirstily. But no, my Lady Rose fairy cries, She still does not believe in liberation. Has the bubble power bottom yet been achieved?
Because, until then, The Champagne fairy is imprisoned. And I, the poor humble champagne waiter Be the only one in the whole world, Who hears her sobbing.
Nevertheless, when the bottom of the bottle has been emptied, those last bubble drops poured to the glass, then and only then the weeping will cease from my ears.
Oh joy, my Rose champagne Fairy cheers, happily from the champagne throat out, she skips, there once more back, to my illusion world, heartily she gives me a goodbye kiss to dive then, into the world of her freed Champagne Fairy fellows.
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