The adventurous trip to Sarlat in the Year of Our Lord 1942!
For the Sarladien autobus
You need to have a lot of things
For the wait, enough food and drink,
And pillows, blankets too.
But for the trip itself, in case it picks you up,
You need a sauf-conduite. [travel permit]
And in Sarlat you have to hurry
The clock always runs dangerously late.
And there's always the risk
That the bus will leave you behind today.
And if it happens that half too many people are waiting
And finally it does arrive,
And passes by and waves nicely,
Then you'd like to become a little bird.
Gasmasks are not very fashionable,
And one forgets them easily, and gladly.
But if you happen to get to Sarlat,
Woe to you who doesn't have one.