Eifach süss isch d`r kloine Fratz,

                                                             en`oifach lieber kloiner Schatz.

                                                          Mir send ganz leis ond störet en net,

                                                       oh, wär des schee, wenn i au so oin hätt!

                                                                                 engele

                                                     

                                                               Do hemmer jo glei zwoi uff einen Streich,

                                                   sie sehet sich jo oh`endlich gleich!

                                                      Koiner isch alloi von dene zwoi,

                                                  do send sie aber glücklich, heidenei!

                                                                         engele

                                                                                 

                                                    Ganz friedlich isch des Kendle onder seiner Deck,

                                               no ganz leise sei, dass mer en`net weckt.

                                                Selig treimt er von kloine Schäfle wohl

                                                         ond sagt on`s : "Lebewohl!"

                                                                        engele

                                                          

                                                                 Uff em`Bäuchle tut mer gut liege

                                                   ond Luft Luft tut mer au kriege.

                                                Des Poppöle no end`Höh gestreckt,

                                                   des isch tolle ond ganz perfekt.

                                                                     engele

                                                       

                                           Wer bisch denn Du, weil Du mir koi Antwort gib`sch?

                                        Des kann i ner verstande, dass Du so bisch!

                                   Koin Mux gib`sch Du von Dir Du fremdes Wesen,

                                         also gut, no isch`s des für mi g`wese!

                                                                    engele

                                           

                                                                          Halli, hallo, i ben doch hier,

                                                         ganz lieb wenge tu`i Dir!

                                                 I koh no net babble, des isch zu früh,

                                                  i werd`mir aber gebe, sehr viel Müh.

                                                                      engele

                                                                

                                           Jetzt komm halt her ond mach koine Zicke,

                                          Du wirscht Dei Schoppelejo  scho kriege.

                                           I mog`s net, dafür ben i scho zu gross

                                              ond mach au net mehr en`d  Hos.

                                                                   engele

                                    

                                                         Ach, isch des a tolles Ding,      

                                                         ob i des au mol oh`bring?          

                                                     Cool isch des aber ond isch toll,

                                                        wenn des on`ser Papa sieht,

                                                          no gibt`s die Backe voll.

                                                                       engele

                                                          

                                                          I han viele liebe Kuscherle hier,

                                                            wie isch`s denn so bei Dir?

                                                            I will kois von dene misse,

                                                   elle derfet schlofe uff mei`m Kisse.

                                                  Schee isch`s, wenn mer so viele hat,

                                                     do sieht mer sich au gar net satt.

                                                                          engele

                                                  

                                                          Ben i net trollig ond en`cooler Schatz?

                                            I geb au gern Dir en`saftiger Schmatz.

                                            I halt meine Leit ganz schee uff Trab,

                                                              isch halt schee,

                                                      dass i so liebe Eltern hab!

                                                                    engele

                                                                    

                                                              I ben jetzt satt, i will nix mehr,

                                            aber mei`n Teddy, den gib`sch her.

                                               Mit em`will i a Schläfle mache,

                                             der tut no über mich, gut wache

                                                                         engele          

 

                                                        

                                                    So jetzt sag i leise "Servus",

                                            des Sändmännle kommt jetzt zu mir,

                                                     später au wohl no zu Dir?

                                               I wensch Dir a gut`s Nächtle

                                                      ond scheene Treim,

                                   des war uff derer Seit mei letschter Reim.

                                                                engele

 

     

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