Unter den großen Eichen im Gelsenwald: Hütte einfachster Bauart; kleine Gardinchen am Fenster und eine wuchtige hölzerne Eingangstür; der Wolf schleicht grinsend heran.

Gelsenwolf: (leise) "Omma, ich bin da Omma da bin ich. Ich stipp dich als Gullasch in mein Süppken stipp ich dich."
(Der Wolf klopft an die Tür.)

Omma: "Wer da?"

Gelsenwolf: "Ich hier ..." (leise) "ich."

Omma: "Red kein Bueraner Schmonses. Wer da?"

Gelsenwolf: (mit süßlicher Stimme) "Ich-mit-die-rote-Kappe-aufen-Kopp ..." (leise) "Aufen-Kopp-mit-die-rote-Kappe-ich." (laut) "Ja hömma, wer sonz ..." (leise) "sonz wer? Hab Stücksken Streusel und Pulle Fusel, hab ich ... komma kumma, Omma."

Omma: "Ey, saugut!"

Gelsenwolf: "Ey, mamma auf mamma!"

Omma: "Is offen. Hab schwer Koppinne und krich meine Haxen nich ausse Poofe."

Gelsenwolf: "Gez gibbet orntlich Happe-Happe gibbet gez."

Omma: "Verdorriiii ...."

Gelsenwolf: "Mampf!"

Omma: "...iiii ...!"


[Fortsetzung folgt, wenn sich die allgemeine Aufregung um das sich abspielende Drama gelegt hat]

"Es kann in Europa nicht sein, dass das langsamste Schiff das Tempo des Zuges bestimmt."

(ZDF heute-journal 25.6.2007)

The Night Conny Kramer Dies

We lay dreaming in the grass
Our heads full of crazy ideas
And just for fun he said
C'mon, let's go for a ride
But the smoke tasted bitter
Still, Conny told me what he saw
A sea of lights and colours
We had no idea
What soon would come to pass

The day when Conny Kramer died
All the bells were ringing
The day when Conny Kramer died
All his friends wept for him
It was a hard day
Because a world inside me fell apart

He often promised that he'd leave it alone
That gave me fresh courage
And I persuaded myself
That, with love, everything would be fine
But the joints became trips
There was no stopping the downhill slide
People started talking
But nobody offered Conny help

The day when Conny Kramer died, etc.

The last time he said
Now I can see heaven
I screamed at him, oh come back
He could no longer understand me
I didn't even have any more tears
I had lost everything I had
Life simply goes on
All that's left me
Are the flowers on his grave