A keresés eredménye

My little orange

My sun-ball, my little orange,
my sun-ball, my little orange,
 
your mother is a tree, yes,
your mother is a tree, yes,
your father is a little honeybee,
 
your mother is a tree, yes,
your mother is a tree, yes,
your father is a little honeybee.
 
Red is your dress,
it shall adorn you,
 
red is your dress,
it shall adorn you,
 
white is the skirt underneath,
white is the skirt underneath,
you are so sweet I want to pick you,
 
white is the skirt underneath,
white is the skirt underneath,
you are so sweet I want to pick you.
 
And also your scent
wants to infatuate me,
 
and also your scent
wants to infatuate me.
 
My little orange, my sweet,
my little orange, my sweet,
i like you, do you want to be mine?
 
My little orange, my sweet,
my little orange, my sweet,
i like you, do you want to be mine?
 

Bad Baby Kitty Schmidt

This is the story of the Baby Kitty Schmidt,
a cute baby boy of one year.
It was quiet in his buggy,
let himself diapering, feeding, carry,
until that day when her birthday was.
 
Kitty's parents drank brandy with the guests in the evening.
Suddenly Aunt Elli staggered toward him.
and shouted: ?kissy! kissy! dear!
Tickly! Tickly! Kiss!
Kiss!?
There Kitty throw her the cake in the lap.
 
Pooh! Yuck! Bad Baby Kitty Schmidt!
You! You! You! No! No!
Baaah! Baba! Kitty, Kitty nana!
Will you be a good baby now!
 
Everyone smoked Kitty could barely breathe.
Suddenly she grabbed in the ashtray
Two cigars was
there
Slipped the Dad in the
Collar.
There dad started to yell like a Lion:
 
Pooh! Yuck! Bad Baby Kitty Schmidt!
You! You! You! No! No!
Baaah! Baba! Kitty, Kitty nana!
Will you be a good baby now!
 
Later then dancing she was raised. A pale, a queue and splint. Aunt Rosi called: 'Helloho! Now I bite you in the butt!? Then the baby released a thunder poop.
 
Pooh! Yuck! Bad Baby Kitty Schmidt!
You! You! You! No! No!
Baaah! Baba! Kitty, Kitty nana!
Will you be a good baby now!
 
Because the baby cried, the Grand took his snaps and he said: 'drinkydrink! Fine juice! Because then my little bunny is sleeping!? Kitty raised for his nose and bit in anger in it with all power.
 
Pooh! Yuck! Bad Baby Kitty Schmidt!
You! You! You! No! No!
Baaah! Baba! Kitty, Kitty nana!
Will you be a good baby now!
 
Suddenly, the baby ran alone in the hallway jumped casual on a skateboard and drove away Mama cried, dad swallowed, the family but looked really puzzled after the baby, what a
shock.
 
After a while, it was back infront of the house ten-portions of ice-split it handed out fast again, everyone applauded, cheered and congratulated this fabulous, lovely, sweet child.
 
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Raxli Faxli

There was a boy who was called Axel
he usually thought it was very mean
when adults talked
and said, 'You are still too little.'
 
Then they choosed
hard words
and laughed
about him
But one day, Axel has also made what is
branched:
 
Raxli, faxli, pullipaxli,
ronte – monte – mo,
tallatulla, mallamulla,
hucka – lucka – lo.
 
Uncle Hans said astonished to the father:
“Axel is a smart
Child
What the kids learm
nowadays
there you see
how far they are.“
 
„Can you repeat
that?“
said the father in
awe.
Now everyone looked at
Axel
and Axel said
again:
 
Raxli, faxli, pullipaxli,
ronte – monte – mo,
tallatulla, mallamulla,
hucka – lucka – lo.
 
The next morning at school,
it was in biology,
the teacher spoke about small animals.
Slipper animal are they called.
 
There Axel thought about his father
cause he also wears
slipper
And suddenly he should repeat - there Axel showed what he can:
 
Raxli, faxli, pullipaxli,
ronte – monte – mo,
tallatulla, mallamulla,
hucka – lucka – lo.
 
The teacher does not want to blame himself that he knows no Raxli, Faxli.
He knew nothing of Puxli, Paxli, let alone from Rontement.
 
So he said “Excellent and scientifically matured.“ Tell it again, my dear Axel, so that it understands every child.“
 
Raxli, faxli, pullipaxli,
ronte – monte – mo,
tallatulla, mallamulla,
hucka – lucka – lo.
 
After twenty years, people saw a smart man in the television. He was called Professor Doctor
Axel.
Who was called by many people.
 
He always knew an answer
whatever the people asked him
He putted the the glasses on the nose
and said
meaningful:
 
Raxli, faxli, pullipaxli,
ronte – monte – mo,
tallatulla, mallamulla,
hucka – lucka – lo.
 
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Budgerigar and sparrows

As my yellow Budgerigar
flew out of the window
a bunch of sparrows hacked at him
cause he sang a bit different
and wasn't as grey as the others
and that does not fit in sparrowhawk.
 
One runs on the Christmas market, after which people turn around.
Something green he smeared in his hair
He wears Glitter Pants and on the left ear jewelery,
something cheeky, the neck is tattooed.
Sluggish people are getting blithely. Silent citizens are indignant.
dirt slogans they throw where he goes and stays
Someone says: That's the scum! Something would have to shoot!
When that were my son
I knew what I would do
Someone says: He ran
away! Someone says: Get lost. Go away!
Somewhere, one calls in a low voice: Gay pig.
Someone spits at his feet. Someone throws a roll after him.
A drunken one grabs him and hits him.
 
As my yellow Budgerigar
flew out of the window
a bunch of sparrows hacked at him
cause he sang a bit different
and wasn't as grey as the others
and that does not fit in sparrowhawk.
 
Five soldiers on the shack. Four are immediately big friends,
only the fifth is a pipe, that's for sure!
Everyone already was drunken just he don't don't know anything from soccer
In the evening he lies with his book in his nest.
Every day the pipe writes letters and gets mail from other countries.
Everyone brags about their wives, only he is silent.
He messes up the whole mood when they tell each other Jokes
Its on time that they tell him the opinion from themself
Sunday night, the pipe is already asleep. Our four are drunk.
In the dark, they pull him out of bed.
They give him a bottle of brown booze and
laugh.
And his book is smeared with boot fat.
 
As my yellow Budgerigar
flew out of the window
a bunch of sparrows hacked at him
cause he sang a bit different
and wasn't as grey as the others
and that does not fit in sparrowhawk.
 
In the restaurant is children's Carnival.
There is whispering at the door.
A mother brings her Startalerchild. This is severely mentally handicapped, can not speak, just grumble, but it smiles bright because there are so many children here.
And the mother sits down with him at the long coffee table,
her little startaler claps to the music.
Nobody gives them cocoa, no one sits near them
now and then they only do a stealthy look.
As the children dance, she also swings her child around in circles.
Some continue to dance, others stop.
Someone says: That's tasteless, man, we're not an institution. Our children should not see such a thing.
 
As my yellow Budgerigar
flew out of the window
a bunch of sparrows hacked at him
cause he sang a bit different
and wasn't as grey as the others
and that does not fit in sparrowhawk.
 
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