On a journey through the beechwood I strayed into the thickets
Hearing a voice calling me to walk further
But seeing no face
I carried on deeper into the bushes
Suddenly I behold an old witch in there
Inviting me into her hut
For a kinglike feast
Just to sit at her side for a while
So I tasted the poppyseed cakes
And goldish cheese to heart's content
Just some wine left to fill the jug with
And flush away the dinner
All at once, I felt like petrified
Unable to move left or right
Only in the morning did I wake up
Inside the pit
The witch boiling water to make her own feast from me
However, I managed to flee
And no more do I walk through that forest
Only sometimes during the evening I wonder
What the deuce did that old hideous hag pour into my cup