Once for his court was talk of love. To further prove his ardor was offered his heart. Now that's more like it. It changes, it changes! To attract the dear angel is whispered in her ear: ah, Gudule! Come and kiss me and I will give you a fridge, a nice scooter, atomixaire and Dunlopillo. A stove with a glass oven, lots of cutlery and cake shovel. A tourniquette to make the vinaigrette. A beautiful aerator to eat odors. Sheets that heat, a waffle gun, a plane for two, and we will be happy! In the past, if it happened that one quarrel, gloomily, we went leaving the dishes. Now what do you want, life is so dear ... They say your mother comes home and we keep everything. Ah, Gudule! Apologize or I take it all. My fridge, my cabinet spoons, my iron sink, and my oil stove. My wax-godasses my returns-slugs, my stool and my ice-hunting rogues. The tourniquette to make the dressing. The shrivel-garbage and cutting-frying. And if the beautiful shows yet rebellious, we detail out to entrust his fate to the fridge, to blot dust, stove, bed that is always in the hot slippers, the gun potatoes, to the rips-tomatoes, the chicken-skinned. But very soon, it is visited by a small tender offers you her heart. So we give in because we have to help each other. And we live like this until the next time. And we live like this until the next time.