Monsieur Morte

Just in case you don't spend
as much time as me in year seven French
here's the translation

There’s a ghost in our classroom,
His name’s Monsieur Morte,
When Madame says “please sit down”
He opens the door.

He hates little children,
Who don’t put up their hands,
He opens the window,
With a great bang!

There’s a ghost in our classroom,
His name’s Monsieur Morte,
He closes my books,
And opens the door.

He’s stolen my pencil sharpener,
And taken my pen,
He’ll scare you to death,
With teeth, like a lion.

There’s a ghost in our classroom,
His name’s Monsieur Morte,
He closes the window,
And opens the door.

So listen, dear children,
If you’re not good and,
Look at the blackboard,
And listen to Madame!

Watch out for Monsieur Morte,
Or he will get you or worse,
So don’t leave the classroom,
Without asking him first.

There’s a ghost in our classroom,
His name’s Monsieur Morte,
His hair was full of spiders,
When he opened the door.

So if you feel shivers,
All over your head,
Say “Bonjour Monsieur Morte,
I don’t think we’ve met!”