Fair Katrinelje and Pif-Paf-Poltrie

“Good day, Father Hollenthe.” “Thank you, Pif-Paf-Poltrie.” “May I marry your daughter?” “Oh yes, if Mother Malcho, Brother High-and-Mighty, Sister Käsetraut, and fair Katrinelje agree, you may have her.”

“Where is Mother Malcho?” “She is in the cow barn, milking the cow.”

“Good day, Mother Malcho.” “Thank you, Pif-Paf-Poltrie.” “May I marry your daughter?” “Oh yes, if Father Hollenthe, Brother High-and-Mighty, Sister Käsetraut, and fair Katrinelje agree, you may have her.” “Where is Brother High-and-Mighty?” “He is in the room chopping wood.”

“Good day, Brother High-and-Mighty.” “Thank you, Pif-Paf-Poltrie.” “May I marry your sister?” “Oh yes, if Father Hollenthe, Mother Malcho, Sister Käsetraut, and fair Katrinelje agree, you may have her.” “Where is Sister Käsetraut?” “She is in the garden cutting cabbages.”

“Good day, Sister Käsetraut.” “Thank you, Pif-Paf-Poltrie.” “May I marry your sister?” “Oh yes, if Father Hollenthe, Mother Malcho, Brother High-and-Mighty, and fair Katrinelje agree, you may have her.” “Where is fair Katrinelje?” “She is in the room counting her money.”

“Good day, fair Katrinelje.” “Thank you, Pif-Paf-Poltrie.” “Will you be my bride?” “Oh yes, if Father Hollenthe, Mother Malcho, Brother High-and-Mighty, and Sister Käsetraut agree, I am ready.”

“Fair Katrinelje, how much dowry do you have?” “Fourteen coins in cash, three and a half owing to me, half a pound of dried apples, a handful of fried bread, and a handful of spices. And many other things are mine, have I not a dowry fine?”

“Pif-Paf-Poltrie, what is your trade? Are you a tailor?” “Something better.” “A shoemaker?” “Something better.” “A farmer?” “Something better.” “A carpenter?” “Something better.” “A blacksmith?” “Something better.” “A miller?” “Something better.” “Perhaps a broom maker?” “Yes, that is what I am. Is it not a fine trade?”