  Easter days have come again, When the pious baker men Bake all sorts of sugar things, Plum-cakes, ginger-cakes, and rings. Max and Maurice feel an ache In their sweet-tooth for some cake. Locks his shop But the Baker thoughtfully Locks his shop, and takes the key. Down the chimney Who would steal, then, this must do: Wriggle down the chimney-flue. Black as ravens Ratsch! There come the boys, my Jiminy! Black as ravens, down the chimney. Into a chest Puff! into a chest they drop, Full of flour up to the top. White as chalk Out they crawl from under cover Just as white as chalk all over. On a shelf But the cracknels, precious treasure, On a shelf they spy with pleasure. The chair breaks Knacks! The chair breaks! down they go— Into a trough Schwapp!—into a trough of dough! Enveloped in dough All enveloped now in dough, See them, monuments of woe. The Baker comes In the Baker comes, and snickers When he sees the sugar-lickers. The brats behold One, two, three! the brats, behold! Into two good brots are rolled. There's the oven There's the oven, all red-hot,— Shove 'em in as quick as thought. They are brown Ruff! out with 'em from the heat, They are brown and good to eat. Paid the debt Now you think they've paid the debt! No, my friend, they're living yet. They gnaw in a trice Knusper! Knasper! like two mice Through their roofs they gnaw in a trice; Rascals living yet And the Baker cries, "You bet! There's the rascals living yet!" This was the bad boys' sixth trick, But the last will follow quick. |
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