I build puppets With string and paper They are pretty, the cuties I will, I will present them to you The first moon is the most beautiful She knows how to say Papa, Mama As for her brother, he can predict For tomorrow, the rain or the beautiful weather I build puppets With string and paper They are pretty, the cuties I will, I will present them to you At home, every time, it's a party Thanks to the little clowns who make us laugh Even Alexa, this poor thing Forget, forget 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 That I am their friend, that I am their friend That I am their friend