Next song has nothing to do with fruits... it is a small bird-song. finally it is happening! i sing now the bird-song and it is.
in our garden hangs a paridae-dumpling on the fir which stretches her twigs in the sky
there comes the paridaeman flying and he shows us all his offspring they are clucking loud in there nest miss paridae gives her children worms but for the man there is no rest
don't be sad little paridaeman! - that there can nothing remain for you. your children are hungry, they want to eat, you should not forget.
you can see the little paridaeman on a field, he pulls on a worm, which has knot together in earth, but finally he has got it.. suddenly the sky darkens and a man with long beard looks out of a cloud and he heaves his finger which he raised
"don't be mad little paridaeman! that you cannot take the worm with you home." and with a voice of velvet "cause i come from the tax office"
and the paridae comes blank to the nest up there in the fir and the children rise up their beaks and miss paridae comes in endurance run.
but when she sees him without food in the grocery bag - she had picked him with angriness in his ass.
don't be sad little paridaeman! that not everything can be so. she has inured to that -