[Martin Rocek]

These are all amazing! I am so impressed! AND so much fun.

Martin

[Catherine Chandler]

Enjoying all of these amazing translations! Can't wait to hear the English version sung!

[Mary McLean]

OK, here's a link you can hopefully download and play: https://www.dropbox.com/s/g3dfufjh20...20003.m4a?dl=0

This is not me! I can't carry a tune in a bucket, but I have some amazingly talented friends. Amy Klohr did the arrangement and piano, and her pupil Micah Ramos did the singing.

I've been loving the different takes on this. I think Roger has my favourite rhymes so far, but Susan's "This recipe takes skin and meat" is my favourite double entendre. I cut a lot of my own double entendres for being too filthy to even be funny. It's a difficult art nowadays when anything can be said, for the rude meaning not to swamp the innocent one.

[Susan McLean]

Congratulations, Mary! Your singer is very good, and your lyrics can clearly be sung.

Susan

[Martin Rocek]

Mary,
that's great, definitely earns your bonus points!

Martin

[Julie Steiner]

Typical. I can't get the file to play. And people around here wonder why I'm not more optimistic....

Maybe it's an Apple thing. I'll try my daughter's Orange.

[Update: Martin kindly walked me through fixing the problem. Thanks, Martin. And Mary, that was really fun.]

[Brian Allgar]

Wolf, I’d love to gobble you,
To stuff you in my steaming pot,
Truss your legs and hobble you;
Just thinking of it makes me hot.

I’ll drench you in my vinaigrette
And singe your whiskers on my heat,
Then gently stir you, wolf, my pet;
You’ll find my recipe is sweet.

(Refrain)

Yes, my wolf, I’ll nibble you,
You’ll simmer till your eyes go glazy;
With spicy oil I’ll dribble you,
And you’ll be slowly driven crazy.

Like an orange, you’ll be peeled,
My little wolf, squeezed dry and grated.
But when I’ve drained your juicy yield,
Will I be completely sated?

(Refrain)

Your greying hair, the gold that’s mine,
Like sweet and sour will spicily entwine.

Your turn to dine on me until
You clasp your aching jaw.
But though you think you’ve had your fill,
My wolf, I’ll have you begging me for more.

Want to put me on your skewer,
Baste me with your special sauce?
Guess what - it’s me, the barbecuer;
You, my wolf, are just the course.

(Refrain)


[I think this can more or less be sung to the tune, but with quite a lot of ‘tweaks’ to the note values. Still, the original is also metrically pretty irregular, and lengthens or shortens notes as required. I couldn’t find the sheet music anywhere; it would have been a big help.

I’d have liked to provide a sung version, but the computer that I use for recording isn’t working at the moment.

The translation is reasonably close in places. Elsewhere, I’ve taken considerable liberties with the words, although I hope I’ve kept the rather ‘saucy’ spirit.]