EN
Once a little pill of white
Went rolling-strolling free,
To each soul within her sight
She’d say: “A bounder, me!”
“Little rounder, little bounder,
Aren’t you just ashamed to lie?
The world had such a lovely wonder
When fifty sisters caught the eye.”
Since the people gulp and swallow
Pill by pill and one by one,
There is no more dance to follow,
The little girl is seen by none.
