Then how the pussy-cats did mew
What else, poor pussies, could they do?
They screamed for help, ’twas all in vain,
I So then, they said, “We’ll scream again.
Make haste, make haste! me-ow! me-o!
She’ll burn to death,- we told her so.”So she was burnt with all her clothes,
And arms and hands, and eyes and nose;
Till she had nothing more to lose
Except her little scarlet shoes;
And nothing else but these was found
Among her ashes on the ground. —Heinrich Hoffmann
—The Dreadful Story of Pauline and the Matches (Struwwelpeter)
The above is from an anonymous translator. Don’t miss “Shock-headed Peter,” and the sad tale of Conrad Suck-a-Thumb: “The great tall tailor always comes / To little boys that suck their thumbs. / And ere they dream what he’s about / He takes his great sharp scissors / And cuts their thumbs clean off.”
Great stuff.
My wife and I jokingly refer to “Shock-headed Peter” because our boy’s hair won’t stay in place. It’s been a while since we read these to our kids. Carolyn is just the right age to be traumatized by them.
The version I know has two more lines:
If you don’t believe that this lie is true
Ask the blind man. He saw it too.
Love it. My husband was raised on:
“One dark day in the middle of the night,
two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Pulled out knives and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise
and beat to death the two dead boys.”
And he’s grown up normal. Sort of…