Fifteen birds in five fir-trees, their feathers were found in | KO'S DEN
Fifteen birds in five fir-trees, their feathers were found in a fiery breeze! But funny little birds, they had no wings! O what shall we do with funny little things? Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot; fry 'em, boil them and eat them hot?
Burn, burn tree and fern! Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch To light the night for our delight Ya hey!
Bake and toast 'em, fry and roast 'em! Till beards blaze, and eyes glaze; Till hair smells and skin cracks, Fat melts, and bones black In cinder lie Beneath the sky So dwarves shall die, And light the night for our delight
