In the middle of the night H wanted to show us his ox Hansi. Uncle H, who was with us was sure: At night all oxes look the same. H didn't give up. We had to jump into the cars. We drove over the countryside. At a field we stopped and got out of our cars. H shouted: Hansi, Hansi, Hansi. And then it came, this showpiece, in full beauty it stood in front of us. Hansi, ohhhh.
Finally this beauty will be a piece of meat on a table. And it needn't be.