Loss Es Schpucke

Die Schpuke kumme raus, Doch hen uns nix verhaust.

Sie fliege leicht do rum, Un gewwe gaar nix drum.

Dael Leit sin garn versschrecke, Un bleiwe unnich die Decke.

Annri Leit duhn yusht lache, Un saage ôloss es grache!ö

So Alle Grex un Zucht, Gebt Notions as es schpuckt,

Entwedders aus der Sinn, Odders Kopp mit nixli drin!

Let There Be Ghosts

The ghosts are coming out, They haven't spoiled anything

They lightly fly about,

And have no cares.

Some people are so easily frightened, And hide away

under the covers;

Other people just laugh,

And say, let it crack!

So every creak and noise, Gives the impression there are ghosts,

Either out of their mind, Or their heads have little within.

From "Der Haahne Greht," by Peter V. Fritsch.