I drah no durch!

von Anita Türk

                                                                                                I drah no durch,
                                                                                                es is wia a Fluach.
                                                                                                I drah mi do hi, umadum,
                                                                                                meisdens um mi saiba rum.

                                                                                                Es bleibd dabei,
                                                                                                i griag’s ned auf d’Rei.
                                                                                                I ko’s ned vasteh,
                                                                                                es is gor ned schee.

                                                                                                Warum oiwei i?
                                                                                                Jetzt bin i dann dahi!
                                                                                                Es liegd do,
                                                                                                und schaud mi o.

                                                                                                 „Frieß – mi!“ schreid’s,
                                                                                                 aba i daleids!
                                                                                                 Mei Hand, si zuckt,
                                                                                                 i wead varruckt.

                                                                                                 Ko nix andas denga,
                                                                                                 dua ma an Hois varrenga.
                                                                                                 Warum quäl i mi a so?
                                                                                                 Es machad mi do froh!

                                                                                                 Na, i deaf ’s ned essn,
                                                                                                 i muas vagessn.
                                                                                                 Es lacht mi o,
                                                                                                 a Schokolad is a no droh.

                                                                                                 I wea no wuid,
                                                                                                 da Keks is schuid.
                                                                                                 Jetzt is weg,