When a black hen lays an egg in the henhouse
The farmer, if he wishes for a guardian of his household, has to carry the egg in his armpit for nine days
Don't bathe, don't sleep, stay away from the church
If he keeps silent, the kobold will hatch
As long as he is fed in befitting care
He will watch over the homestead and call in ducats into the pouch But one has to keep in mind, it is a devilish creature
That requests souls for its service
And if someone arouses its wrath, it strangles men in thеir sleep
After the nightfall, it storms in through the chimnеy as a fiery chain Only through a most burdensome task might the farmer get rid of the beast
Then it melts into axle grease in anger
Or he can wrap the kobold in a red kerchief, put it on a carriage, so the waggoner can throw it down the ditch on his way