Quickly through the forest now
No time to stop and rest
I'll reach the town by sun up
with you my honored guest

My dwelling on the outskirts
A fire lit inside
this will all go smoothly
unless you try to hide

I can smell him coming
The farmer with the ax
I know he'll try to stop me
So we cannot relax

I'll throw you in my ***
And then I'll eat for weeks
I've lined my house with bricks, my dear
So the town won't hear your shrieks