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Mr. Ménard is 50 years old
Associate of Natural Sciences
Neither beautiful nor ugly nor fat nor tall
He is a model bachelor
Mr. Ménard leaves high school
A leather briefcase in hand
He got a bit heckled
Kids aren't funny.
Between Ménard and his students
It's between hate and love
Between nightmare and dream
Between iron and velvet
Mr. Ménard is 50 years old
Yet he feels like an old man
It's true that since all this time
He didn't teach anyone anything.
It was one day in my final year of high school
For a fairly banal story
I thought he was going to hit me
So I hit first
I gave a big headbutt
To show off in front of friends
I broke his glasses
Kids aren't funny.
Mr. Ménard is now
A retired teacher
He must grow old peacefully
And maybe he forgot me
But I will never forget
His kind sad eyes in mine
Her kind sad eyes that said
Kids aren't funny.
Kids aren't funny.
Kids aren't funny.
Kids aren't funny.
Kids aren't funny.
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