German (5)
From Plapperloch
(O. Werdau and G. von Kleist)
seedy it was.
Mucilaginous babbling
gyre and swarmed into combs.
And much drooling Schwabbe,
did dig out the chat.
Watch out front Plapperloch, my son, taken before and
claws.
Watch out in front of bird Fluderlohn,
of bugs and Wawallen.
Will 'scharfgeschwibbtes Dart around his sword,
long he sought the thing.
Then under the Tam-Tam-Trerd,
to-think-he-started.
He stood alone crooked and cold. Then his eyes met
-fire. It
Trapster a Warbel through the forest, a
babbelnd, burbelnd monster.
One, two, one, two, by all and went
vorgeschwibbte's sword, what happiness!
As he lay dead, the back-Warbel Murch,
the son Unholdskopf.
You have made the monster cold
umärmle me, my son!
Oh, what a day, what a night!
Tschibum, tandrei, Sibon.
seedy it was.
Mucilaginous babbling
gyre and swarmed into combs.
And much drooling Schwabbe,
did dig out the chat.
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