When all is night and dark,
And the children are sleeping,
Gather together all of you,
To keep clear of hells' keeping.
Pick out slowly the krug,
From the streets,
The near same as the pubs'.
One, Two, Three,
We go together,
And see.
The nice clear parks',
A stroll on in the night,
A drive in the car,
Mind the man,
On a not good plan,
Hit and run,
From the krug next to the pub,
Leaving clean the daffodil screen.
