On a dark winter night the witch brought a child*
She must have exchanged it in a hurry with my son, so pure and beautiful,
Now it lives here in my house
I have I explain it to my wife, which is why the suspicion arises,
That horrible child there isn't mine, a changeling is occupying my home
It's really ugly to look at, the head is so big It can't walk,
and eats and shits all day long when it's not screaming and crying
with its face like a real nuisance.
I explained to my wife why The suspicion arises,
That horrible child there is not mine, a changeling is occupying my home

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