Once upon a time,
I saddled up the faded one,
I went out into the round forest.
There was good fire, good water,
had a good drink, had a good warm.
I went to bed.
I put the fako (horse - ed.) under my head,
I unhitched the saddle.
I woke up at midnight.
- Uccu fakó, where is the saddle,
maybe the wolf ate it?
I went to the lace bush,
I shook the mulberry tree,
the nuts fell off,
then beaten to death by peanuts.
An old mother came over:
- I didn't sow radishes, carrots and Jerusalem artichokes for that,
so that someone else eats the caterpillar!
He threw a pumpkin at me,
that even now my back is still cracking from the headphones.
I reached into my pocket,
I took out a peanut,
I bit it in two.
One became a rower,
from another boat.
I crossed the Tisza,
on nine spinning reels.
There was a small house on the bank of the Tisza,
they cooked the good sheep and meat cabbage there,
they were so well behaved,
that even my stomach was full.
I came back, well
priests, crabs, big-footed students
they ploughed up the Tisza,
were involved
foxhound tambourine.
Tamburas had a daughter,
that had a shoe sole,
his shoes of donkey skin,
seventy keys and two.
Who can tell you that from an overhearing,
the prize is a bottle of wine.
(Ágnes Kovács: Folk tales for kindergarten children)
