Coco Figue Comptoir Sud Pacifique 2009

Ten little coconuts hung on a tree,
Then came the big bush machete, and the hanging dream was over.

Ten little coconuts encountered vanilla,
From now on it was also included, what a bitter pill!

Ten little coconuts met a fig,
But that one shouldn't come along anymore, space was quickly running out!

Ten little coconuts spotted tonka beans,
They only brushed against them, it shouldn't be worth it.

Ten little coconuts welcomed the milk foam,
It didn't steal the show from them, they gave it the space.

Ten little coconuts saw the fig leaf,
But without a fig, there’s no leaf, it only waved weakly.

Ten little coconuts stood in a rain of sugar,
All ten had fun moving around in it.

Ten little coconuts fetched more vanilla,
Because both harmonized well, it made for a great scent!

Ten little coconuts came in every form,
Whether milk, shavings, or pulp, the scent was enormous!

Ten little coconuts were still ten in the end,
They loved each other terribly, none could go!