A few decades ago, there existed Die Wunderbare Republik,
Everyone lived peacefully and no problems came about,
Everything was perfect, symmetrical, and organized.
A boy named Bert lived in a shabby house on Friedlich Straße
Along with his mama, papa, and a puppy.
One day he received a puppet as a gift and named her Hilde,
Hilde wore a cure red dress and her golden sun hair was braided beautifully.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have two but one leg,
The missing leg was replaced with a peg.
Even with this imperfection did Bert love her to the fullest,
No words could describe the happiness he expressed.
Bert played with Hilde cheerfully during the sun’s grand smile
Hilde mimicked every charming word he said.
And so they chased the sweet, sentimental swans for a while,
Mama had the pearly night gown beautifully pressed.
By the rise of the moon, the crickets were chirping,
One can hear the jolly, beer-drinking men burping.
Soon the red-banded, blood-thirsty wolves came marching in,
Hilde, under the raggedy, old bed, had already been hidden
“Mutti, Mutti,” exclaimed Bert, “why must she be hidden?
Hilde is a regular puppet with bundles of beauty and joy!”
Mama said, “Nein, showing her is strictly forbidden
For the flawed would only be destroyed.”
And so Bert listened well to his mother’s words,
Not playing with Hilde in the outside world seemed absurd.
Ten years passed and a fine teenager Bert came to be,
Hilde, still smooth skinned, pale, and short, from home is she still not free.
On the cold, freezing nights of the wintery December,
The mighty Bert practices shooting to improve.
His precious Hilde was all he could remember
To the shabby house he loved, he went on the move,
But there he saw his parents drenched in the bath of red
He could hear the whimpering whispers of the dead.
In great luck did Bert find his puppet in the drawer
Realizing he had to protect his Hilde in the dark times of war.
The two brutal weeks of snow have proceeded
Although the frosty chill was blanketing the dark, nostalgic forest
Hilde, now dirty and dusty, was all he needed
To where he headed, the capital Stark, was to the west.
The special day marked the creation of the puppet
He and Hilde had reached a small, empty home by nighttime
Surely, the house was not worth more than a dime.
The next evening, Bert took Hilde to Das Große Theater
The top with flickering, dim lights, the windows covered with mad propaganda signs.
The inhospitable mustached man seemed just a blur
And the doors were filled with really long lines.
Little by little each person did a shift,
The short, stubby, fat man with his maroon pipe took a whiff.
On the comfy, red seat Bert sat with Hilde on his lap,
The yellow lights spectating the stage did the huge audience clap.
One by one, the ladies danced on stage,
Even though their faces bring a smile, their eyes seem like shedding tears of sorrow.
The dancers trotted gracefully from page to page
And thus their spectacular, eye-popping jump ends the wondrous show.
“Hilde,” asked Bert, “did you enjoy the performance?”
With a smile, her wooden heart was delightfully enhanced.
Bam! Pow! Wow! The grey wolves came clashing in
The giant leader glared at the little Hilde with his blood-thirsty grin.
As fast as an eagle swooping its prey, Bert carried Hilde to Der Unerwünschte Wald
The messenger of death soars across the dark, moonlit sky.
In the unknown land, the wolves sprawled
The shocking, blinding lightning came with its distasteful cry.
“Finden Sie sie und bringt sie zu mir!” commanded the leader.
Bert and Hilde hid behind the big, white, great cedar.
His puppet looked at him with a miserable, mournful look in her eyes
“Don’t worry,” ensured Bert, “we will escape from those guys.”
Little did they know which way to go,
The wolves came closer on each step they make.
Their sharp-smelling noses tracked the humans through the scentless snow
“There by the tree,” said a wolf, “they’re taking a break.”
They slowly crawled in with their sharpened, silver claws,
They jumped between the two, attacking with their jaws.
“Lauf!” yelled Bert and quickly he ran,
The hungry leader chased them with his entire clan.
Away they went into the hidden underground,
They shook so much in fear of death.
With a rope, the wolves tightly tied Bert around,
In a lightning strike, fangs drove in Hilda’s heart and exerted her last breath.
The redness was splashed in the blank, grey canvas,
Bert’s eyes show horrification, his face showed disgust.
He rushingly came to her, her body in his arms, hoping life still exists in his dear friend,
But in one second, his life, too, came to an end.Hi