Ravensburg Rapp

Mayer Daniel Rapp of Ravensburg
was walking about town.
Arriving at Marienplatz,
he took a knife-man down.

A roar was heard,
a blade was waved
and people screamed and fled.
Blood was flowing,
children cried
but the Mayer he calmly said:

Don’t bring your knife to town, son!
Leave your knife at home, son!
Don’t take your knife to town!

The law came on a bicycle
and honked a lawful horn.
Helpless people everywhere,
in awe, in chock, in mourn’.

A tourist, so courageous,
from Hessen he was sent,
was preaching to the choir
with Rapp, as hell was bent:

Don’t bring your knife to town, son!
Leave your knife at home, son!
Don’t take your knife to town!

The quick, brown fox and Danny Rapp
(the Mayer of Ravens town)
took charge when no-one else dared,
as he took a knife-man down.

This Rapp he walks on stilts,
the policeman came on bike,
the tourist came from Hessen
where a levy is a dyke.

Don’t bring your knife to town, son!
Leave your knife at home, son!
Don’t take your knife to town!

*) zum Stadt dein messer nich nehm, sohn?
dein messer zum stadt nimmt nich, sohn?
sohn, nimmt nicht zum stadt ihren messer?

German is a yoda-language. But they got the audio knowledge.