't Hundjen

On a beautiful winter day at the end of the year
Dad Theet got a little dog for his boys
Such a tiny little creature with a quirky snout
They were all completely crazy about it
The little dog would run everywhere, always getting into trouble
From inside to outside, from a table to a stool
And at night that little creature wouldn’t even rest
It would take turns being with the boys in bed

One day our Jan had to go back home again
As always, he took that little dog with him
The creature was comfortably sitting on Jan's knee
Enjoying the warmth from the blanket that came
He stretched that pretty little thing through the long hours
They could have stayed there forever
But when Jensken wanted all the attention for himself
The little dog got stuck between his little bare legs in the deep hole

Splash, splat, yikes, the dog fell in the toilet
And little Jan couldn’t say a word
Oh, what a shame, it was just the two of them
And now he’s looking all alone down there
Splash, splat, yikes, the dog fell in the toilet
And little Jan couldn’t say a word
No trace of the dog, Jensken was still fine
So the lid went down

The next day Dad Theet with all his sons
Gathered around to see if he was still there
The field was searched, little Jan did too
He had promised himself to keep quiet
A year later at the digging of the ale
The poor little creature just came up three times
Dad Theet suddenly understood the full extent of the grief
And the full, full tears of our little Jan