The Little Humpbacked Horse [antikvár]

PART ONE Now the telling of the tale begins. Past the woods and mountains steep, Past the rolling waters deep, You will find a hamlet pleasant Where once dwelt an aged peasant. Of his sons — and he had three, Th'eldest sharp was as could be; Second was nor dull nor bright. But the third — a fool all right. Now, these brothers planted wheat, Brought it to the royal seat, By which token you may know