There lived a worm called Ödömérke,
the poor thing lived underground.
A strawberry after rain,
crawled out of the ground afterwards.
Lubicked in the puddle,
like socks in the laundry.
It has never been so clean,
Oedemaera the little worm.
The little thrush ran that way,
a muddy nut in its beak.
His mother's voice now boomed,
so that he does not eat unwashed.
So he dropped the walnut,
they raised the little thrush well.
He stood there with his pipe open,
behold, there is a clear worm.
Behold, it is washed this I may eat,
I pick it up, because I need it.
He didn't hesitate much,
our little worm has just caught a cold.
With a little Oedema in his beak,
could not contain his great joy.
He picked up his feet so quickly,
he dropped his prey.
Ödömérke sighs heavily,
well, he barely survived that.
He crawled underground quickly,
would rather live down in the dirt.
