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Come home, my little ones.
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The gang split into two. Five or six children here, another five or six on the other side, because we used to stand on the bank of a ditch and shout:
–, Come home, my little geese!
–, We don't dare!
–, Why?
–, We're afraid!
–, Of what?
–, Of a wolf!
–, Where is the wolf?
–, Under the bridge!
–, What is he doing?
–, He's washing!
–, What is he toweling himself in?
–, In the tails of the shiny ones!
–, Come home, my little geese!
Then the geese ran and those who were the wolves under the bridge tried to catch the geese. , The wolves took the ones they caught down to the pit. They played until the geese ran out.
–, Come home, my little geese!
–, We don't dare!
–, Why?
–, We're afraid!
–, Of what?
–, Of a wolf!
–, Where is the wolf?
–, Under the bridge!
–, What is he doing?
–, He's washing!
–, What is he toweling himself in?
–, In the tails of the shiny ones!
–, Come home, my little geese!
Then the geese ran and those who were the wolves under the bridge tried to catch the geese. , The wolves took the ones they caught down to the pit. They played until the geese ran out.