Where it was; where it wasn't, beyond the
On the periphery,
There lived a rich man,
Who on a pile
Dumbass!
His faggotry was many.
He would not trade places with the king,
With a whole table.
And who fits through the keyhole,
The little mouse got it.
The farmer got angry:
Come here, you cat!
Capture the mouse,
Because you're going to get it wrong!
Cat standing on his istrada,
The mouse will be here soon.
Cat snaps its claws at him,
And clips the tail of the mouse.
Cini-cini-zirr!
The mouse is crying:
Auntie Cat, give me that,
My foreskin, my tail.
- I'll give it to you, but not for free,
Bring milk in flavour.
The mouse runs,
It touches the cow.
Cow, give me milk, I give milk to the cat.
Maybe the cat will give it to me
My foreskin, my tail,
- I do, but not for free,
Bring hay in a bowl.
The mouse runs,
He touches the reaper.
Reaper, make hay for me,
I give hay to cows.
A cow gives milk for it,
I give milk to my cat,
Maybe the cat will give it to me
My foreskin, my tail.
- I'll give it to you, but not for free,
Bring your shoes.
The mouse runs,
He arrives at the hostess.
Woman, bring me a loaf of bread,
I take shoes to the reaper.
Reaper is making hay for me,
I give hay to cows.
A cow gives milk for it,
I give milk to my cat,
Maybe the cat will give it to me
My foreskin, my tail.
- I'll give it to you, but not for free,
Bring bacon in bacon fat.
The mouse runs,
He touches the pig.
Pig, give me some bacon,
A woman gives you a loaf of bread,
The reaper takes hay for it,
I give hay to cows.
A cow gives milk for it,
I give milk to my cat,
Maybe the cat will give it to me
My foreskin, my tail.
- I do, but not for free,
Bring me some mac and cheese.
The mouse runs,
It touches the acorn tree.
Oak, give me an acorn,
To take to the pig.
Give me bacon for it,
Woman gives you a loaf of bread.
So the reaper takes hay,
I give hay to cows,
A cow gives milk for it,
I give milk to my cat,
Maybe the cat will give it to me
My foreskin, my tail.
- I give you my little mouse,
I'll beat all my acorns.
The mouse is happy,
It won't fit in your leather.
He's losing his appetite,
The acorn drops like ice.
Taps one,
You little mousey buggers!
We don't need anything good now,
No bacon, no bread,
No hay, no milk,
Not even the foreskin.