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The Poor Wolf (Zsigmond Móricz)

Author: I'll tell you

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There was a wolf, terribly hungry,
Terribly hungry, terribly angry.
He went hunting,
Although he could hardly climb,
She was so hungry, poor thing
Sad lad.

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He walks, he paces, he stops,
He finds a flock of geese.

- Adjon isten, ludaim,
My travels have been well guided.
Good health to you,
You know I'm going to eat you now?

- May God grant you the same,
Uncle Wolf, you old fake.
If you have to, we don't mind,
We just want that one:
Let us gag one last time,
To the song of our old mother.

- Gia-gia-gia! - that's the pack,
The wolf is also on it.
- Au-vau! he sings,
And shoo! - the goose takes wing.

Singing at the end that stops,
Fresh bacon flies far and wide
- Wow, my father wasn't a cantor either,
But neither will your son be any other time.
Never again such trouble,
I eat goose without singing.

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He walks, he paces, he stops,
You will find a colourful cow.

- Nice cow, bon appétit,
Your bed is made in my stomach.
Say goodbye to your god,
Because I'm going to eat you alive.
- If you eat me, your soul is on it,
But first you have to weed me.
- I'll do that,
He puts a cross on his holy belly.
A colourful cow's head,
He runs towards her, spits her up.
- Ow! - my father wasn't a priest either,
But your son won't be tomorrow either!

He walks, he paces, he stops,
He finds the grey horse.
- No grey horse, thank God,
But you're here, I can eat you!
- If you're going to eat me, do that too,
Adjust my horseshoe.
- Quickly, because I'm hungry.
- Left hind leg clucks. -
While the wolf watches, hold it,
The grey horse kicks him in the head.
Hej, az apja se volt kovács
Farkasnak se kell már tanács.

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