GERMANIC FOLKLORE: TWINS UND KITE.
In olden times when the deep forest was great,
there lived a small family in a house by a lake.
Mama and Papa and Baldur the schnauzer made three,
Then along came young Josef and his sister Marie.
The good twins would sit crosslegged on the cold wooden floor,
As Mama cooked trout Papa caught from the shore.
Josef and Marie had one favorite toy,
A little red kite that both filled them with joy.
Papa would say; “This kitebanner carries our house - von Kirtschoff,
It was my grandfathers; this is our sigil - the Red on Black Cross.”
On one windy day Josef and Marie went out to play,
And a strong gust of wind blew the red kite away.
Josef tried to hold on with all of his might,
But try as he might, the kite still took flight.
Marie also grabbed onto the little kites string,
No matter her effort, the kite took up its wings.
Further and further it floated up high,
Further and further it went up into the sky.
Both twins were pulled along by the kite,
They were brought into the deep forest as day turned to night.
Then all of a sudden the kite just went limp,
The twins watched as it fell straight into a ditch.
Inside the ditch there was a haggard Yule witch.
Her face was covered in ticks and it flickered and twitched.
She slept in a pit filled with rabbit bones and robin beaks,
The Yule witch awoke, “Who disturbs me from my sleep?”
She noticed the children and her face turned sweet, -
“Tell me dearest children, why do you weep?”
Marie spoke up; “Our red kite has fallen into your well.”
The Yule witch replied; “Don’t worry my child, of course I can help.”
The Yule witch returned a black kite, and the twins went home,
As the twins trudged onwards it started to snow,
And along the way Marie caught a terrible cold.
On the way home she died by the side of the road.
DAS ENDE.
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