Once upon a time in sixtieth century
I saw little man that sat and cried
I don't know why
His name was Mr. Pompoloz
He's the owner of the fields where melons grow
Don't you know?
His melon fields
Are absolutely with melons filled
About a fifty million forty four
His melon fields
Nothing else but his fields he needs
He counts his melons everyday you know
He wiped his tears and told me that
The day before he has lost the count of his
Melon fields
It never happened to him before
It means that he is getting old and so
He can't keep the fields any more
His melon fields
Are absolutely with melons filled
About a fifty million forty four
His melon fields
He's got nothing but his melon fields
But he can't count his melons any more
He said I'll give my fields to you
And you know what you've got to do
Yahoo, it is cool!
But you must count your melons everyday
And then everything's gonna be ok
Hurray, it is great!
My melon fields
Are absolutely with melons filled
About a fifty million forty four
My melon fields
Nothing else but my fields I need
I'll count my melons everyday be sure
I said my melon fields
Are absolutely with melons filled
About a fifty million forty four
I said my melon fields
Nothing else but my fields I need
And I'm happy, thanks to Pompoloz