When we're feeling hungry and we want to eat in style,
There's a certain little Womble Lady Fair.
Popping toadstool in the oven for a while,
The sweet aroma fills the twilight air.
Madame Cholet,
What's cooking with you today?
We think you're a real cool pie.
Madame Cholet,
As sweet as cafe au lait
From the tips of your toes to the twinkling in your eye.
Madame Cholet,
Don't go away, s'il vous plait,
We couldn't survive without you, that's no lie.
When we womble home in the evening
You'll be there by the kitchen door,
We'd like to say "Merci", Madame Cholet
When we get up in the morning and we join the breakfast queue,
We try to make the minimum of fuss.
For even though she shouts at us and she tells us what to do,
We know this little lady is for us.
Madame Cholet,
What's cooking with you today?
We think you're a real cool pie.
Madame Cholet,
As sweet as cafe au lait
From the tips of your toes to the twinkling in your eye.
Madame Cholet,
Don't go away, s'il vous plait,
We couldn't survive without you, that's no lie.
When we womble home in the evening
You'll be there by the kitchen door,
We'd like to say "Merci", Madame Cholet
Madame Cholet,
What's cooking with you today?
We think you're a real cool pie.
Madame Cholet,
As sweet as cafe au lait
From the tips of your toes to the twinkling in your eye.
Madame Cholet,
Don't go away, s'il vous plait,
We couldn't survive without you, that's no lie.
When we womble home in the evening
You'll be there by the kitchen door,
We'd like to say "Merci", Madame Cholet