Mein Hinkelchen, mein Hinkelchen,
Was machst in unserm Garten,
Pflükst uns all die Blümchen ab,
Machst es gar zu arg,
Mutter wird dich jagen,
Vater wird dich schlagen,
Mein Hinkelchen, mein Hinkelchen,
Was machst in unserm Garten.
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