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Les Oiseaux-Grues de Monaco (Poème)

                         La grue est l’oiseau le plus commun à Monaco



L’air à Monaco est toujours pur
Parfois un corbeau y murmure

Mais l’oiseau-grue est partout
Les bâtiments s’élèvent ici, là, partout

Toutes les grues portent un nom
D’une famille à grande renommée en somme

Elles règnent sur les cieux monégasques
Mieux vaut être leur ami que leur masque

Au loin se dresse le palais
Où le Prince marche, plein de malaise

Un jour de plus, un scandale nouveau
Le prêtre secoue la tête, allume un flambeau

Qui a laissé fuir la rumeur ?
Blessant la monarchie en son cœur ?

Qui a fait de l’homme couronné
Un bouffon ainsi déshonoré ?

Entouré de mauvais conseillers
Châtié par une plume acérée

Bien qu’il porte encore sa couronne
Beaucoup le saluent, le mépris qu’on lui donne

À Monaco, les oiseaux-grues sont partout
Les bâtiments s’élèvent ici, là, partout
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