Little Thumb

The youngest son of the woodcutter
was so small, he was born no bigger than one's thumb
The poor child bore
the blame of everything went wrong in the house,
but he was the wisest of all seven brothers
When Little Thumb and his brothers were left
alone in the thick dark forest they were totally lost
The ogre's wife hosted them but they were
found by her terrifying hungry husband the evil ogre
A smell of flesh the ogre sniffed all around,
Tender, young, fresh meet, the smell went to his head
My head is spinning
Feed these children so they don't get too thin
and make them sleep and I will slaughter them tomorrow!
But Little Thumb was so sly to exchange all their
caps with the seven golden crowns of the ogre's daughters
And he came with a knife at midnight...
and cut
...and cut
...and cut
What have I done!
He cried watching his daughters with
their throats cut and lying in their own blood
Blinded by hate
he wore his black boots and ran with all his strength,
those wretches shall soon pay for this
...Now I need to rest
The ogre was tired and fell asleep,
then the brothers came and Little Thumb took the knife from his hand
He stuffed it straight into his heart,
then cut his corpse
into so many tiny pieces which could help to mark the trail.
So they went back to the ogress to finish their bloody job