This is an old,old story which my grandmother told me when I was a little girl.When she was a little girl her grandfather had told it to her,and when he was a little peasant boy in Bohemia,his mother had told it to him.And where she heard it,I don't know,but you can see it is an old old story,and here it is,the way my grandmother used to tell it.
It is called.
This man,his name was Fritzl--his wife,her name was Liesi.They had a little baby,Kinndli by name,and Spitz who was a dog.
They had one cow,two goats,three pigs,and of geese they had a dozen.That's what they had.
They lived on a patch of land,and that's where they worked.
Fritzl had to plow the ground,sow the seeds and hoe the weeds.He had to cut the hay and rake it too,and stack it up in bunches in the sun.The man worked hard,you see,from day to day.
Liesi had the house to clean,the soup to cook,the butter to churn,the barn yard and the baby to care for.She,too,worked hard each day as you can plainly see.
