Schoi, do kummt d'r Hans Trapp.
Ar het a scheni Zepfelkapp'
Un a Bart wiss wie a Schimmel.
Ar kummt vum schena Starnehimmel
Un bringt da Kinder a Ruada,
Wu net dien singe un bata.
Schoi, Hans Trapp, mir sin so klein
Un brav un folje d'heim.
M"esch net kumme mit dim Stacka,
Denn mir kenne singe un oi bata.
A legend born of the life of Hans von Trotha and his wars with the Papacy, this restless spirit terrorizes the disobedient children of France and Germany at Christmastime. This cannibalistic demon lives in a hut high up in the mountains of Bavaria disguised as a scarecrow, gnashing his teeth as he plots his Yuletide punishments.
Tattered leather, dry straw, matted hair, sharpened sticks, and a bundle of switches.
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