I build puppets With string and paper They are pretty, the cuties I will, I will present them to you One of them is the prettiest She knows how to say Papa, Mama As for her brother, he can predict For tomorrow, the rain or the fine weather I build puppets With string and paper They are pretty, the cuties I will, I will present them to you At home, every moment is a holiday Thanks to the little clowns who make us laugh Even Alexa, this poor being Forgets, forgets that she always cried I build puppets With string and paper They are pretty, the cuties They will tell you, they will tell you That I am their friend