Three tailors, mek-mek-mek,
they're off, poor things, mek-mek-mek.
Three of them sat on a goat,
they galloped off to Bicske, mek-mek-mek.
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As soon as I got to Bicske, me-me-me-me,
They hit a pub, mek-mek-mek.
The three of them had a pint of wine,
to wash off the road dust, mek-mek-mek.
As they drank the wine, mek-mek-mek,
they couldn't pay it, mek-mek-mek.
They turned to the window,
they jumped out at him, mek-mek-mek.
At the window, the goat, mek-mek-mek,
they were already there, me-me-me-me.
They quickly jumped on him,
and they cut me off even faster, mek-mek-mek.
(Ágnes Kovács: Folk tales for kindergarten children)