In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines
Lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.
In two straight lines they ate the bread
The gardener baked, and were fed.
They learned their morals, good and bad,
Which made their teacher very glad.
They left the house when things were set
In two lines, be they dry or wet.
The smallest one was named Cosette.
She would never fear the dark
She loved singing like a lark.
At the elephant in the street
Cosette only stomped her feet.
No one knew quite what she meant
In frightening Fauchelevent.
In the middle of the day
Fauchelevent went on his way
"Something is wrong!" he would say.
Young Cosette sat in her cot.
She was crying, quite a lot.
Soon after, Inspector Javert
Came. And after he got there,
He yelled, "24601,
What do you think you have done?!"
Everybody had to fret.
Every single eye was wet.
So Cosette went on a ride,
In a blanket, safe inside
A carriage with a dark horse
They drove out on their fast course.
Cosette would wake up soon
Under the light of the moon.
Soon she could both drink and eat
In the bed that was her seat.
The ceiling was rather funny;
She thought it looked like a bunny.
Outside was the river with a ship.
Now it's time for a time skip.
Fauchelevent said, "Up you get!
We're going to visit Cosette."
"Visitors from eight to ten,"
Read the sign that they saw then.
In they walked, nobody loitered,
With a handkerchief, embroidered.
In they walked, and then they bent
To play with the doll Valjean had sent.
Though from him they all stayed far;
On his wrist there was a scar.
They were glad she felt no pain
So they all left in the rain.
They went home and broke some bread.
To their rooms they quickly sped.
In the middle of the day
Fauchelevent went on his way
"Something is wrong!" he would say.
And, afraid of insurrection
Ran in another direction.
And he said, "Okay, you crowd,
What's the crying, why so loud."
The girls cried, "We also want soli."
"Good night, thank the lord who is holy
That you are safe, and please don't weep,"
Said Fauchelevent. "Then go to sleep."
He departed off the stages.
And that's all, plus or minus a thousand pages.