Goethe's Erlkoenig, translated into English using words of four letters or less.
Who is it does ride when the day is done? It is a dad with his son. He has the boy hale in his arm, To hold him safe, to keep him warm.
My son, why does your face turn so grey? Dad do you see the elf king that way? The king of elves who rules over this bog? My son, it's just a wisp of fog.
You dear boy, come away with me. I've a fun game to play with thee. Iris and lily now cover the sand Mom's got some gold to put in your hand
Dad, Dad, and can you not hear What the elf king has sung soft in my ear? Be calm, stay calm, my boy The wind can play a dry leaf like a toy.
My dear boy, will you go with me? My girl does wait for you, you see. She will spin in the dark in her gown of gray, And will leap and sing for you to stay.
Dad, Dad, do you see to the west The elf girl in her soft gray vest? My son, my son, I see it true But I see only an oak tree in view.
I love you, I ache for your soft form And if you won't come, then I'll have to do harm. Dad! Dad! His grip is so cold! The elf king has hurt me with his hold!
The dad gives a kick to make the bay fly The boy in his arms lets out a cry He gets to the farm, gets the man out of bed In his arms the boy lay dead.
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I have got to try this!!!
Date: 2003-08-14 03:39 pm (UTC)Ok, my turn...
Goethe's Erlkoenig, translated into English using words of four letters or less.
Who is it does ride when the day is done?
It is a dad with his son.
He has the boy hale in his arm,
To hold him safe, to keep him warm.
My son, why does your face turn so grey?
Dad do you see the elf king that way?
The king of elves who rules over this bog?
My son, it's just a wisp of fog.
You dear boy, come away with me.
I've a fun game to play with thee.
Iris and lily now cover the sand
Mom's got some gold to put in your hand
Dad, Dad, and can you not hear
What the elf king has sung soft in my ear?
Be calm, stay calm, my boy
The wind can play a dry leaf like a toy.
My dear boy, will you go with me?
My girl does wait for you, you see.
She will spin in the dark in her gown of gray,
And will leap and sing for you to stay.
Dad, Dad, do you see to the west
The elf girl in her soft gray vest?
My son, my son, I see it true
But I see only an oak tree in view.
I love you, I ache for your soft form
And if you won't come, then I'll have to do harm.
Dad! Dad! His grip is so cold!
The elf king has hurt me with his hold!
The dad gives a kick to make the bay fly
The boy in his arms lets out a cry
He gets to the farm, gets the man out of bed
In his arms the boy lay dead.
--Guess who...