Why all of this is blamed on me...
There’s trouble these days, both in distant lands,
And here at home on every hand;
From the mountains to the ocean strand,
It’s never hard to find:
The king is away in a foreign war,
A crack runs through my own front door,
My neighbor has lost his finest boar,
And my cows have not come home.
A rowboat sank in the village pond,
And three of the king’s best ships are gone;
My tone-deaf aunt composed a song
And asked my mother to sing.
Still my cows have not come home, alas,
They’re eating in my garden patch,
The country’s fleet has been attacked
By pirates from the south,
I cooked my neighbor’s favorite goose
(an honest mistake, and that’s the truth),
And the captured pirates have gotten loose
To sail the seas again.
A battle is raging on the sea,
My brother fell from the apple tree,
And all of this is blamed on me,
So now I’ll tell you why:
It came one day in the spring of the year,
That the sun was bright and the harvest near,
And I said to my mother: “Dear,
There’s something I must say.
“When the air is warm and the sun is bright,
And the moon shines bright as day at night,
I cannot think but that all is right,
And that nothing can go wrong!”