A crime has been committed, a terrible thing,
the little brat stole wheat.
Seeing that the door is open,
sneaked into the granary.
The wheat stood there in mountains,
security guard for the freshman.
Her long legs help,
looking down from above at the granary.
But the pig is a swift animal,
not seen by the guard service.
He quickly filled his bag,
he took his prey.
But the next day was the reckoning,
the wheat was counted,
report also made by the stork,
missing about ten grains of wheat.
He was called, so he came quickly,
the investigator in charge,
he spent the day,
that he is looking for fingerprints.
He couldn't find it, so he hesitated.
Maybe all the traces are wet?
The three of them were quickly called on,
no rain in the granary.
Then you may not have a finger,
that's all the detective says.
Maybe the fish is the thief,
he was also a criminal last year.
The detective was laughed at.
You are at rest, they sang.
Has the fish grown legs?
the crows laughed at him.
So the thrush turned away,
investigating is not for him,
leave it the hell alone,
moved south instead.
He did what he could,
iron the waves.
Lying in the sun, very loose,
also darkened his coat.
The birds have decided,
because wheat is enough,
they are no longer investigating,
even more bizarre things have happened.
Pocok is saved,
wheat was placed in the chamber,
to drag out the winter,
now you can finally eat enough.