The “Krumme Ast” – The Crooked Branch

Deep in the forest, hidden away,
The “Krumme Ast” invites you to stay.
The little elves laugh, both big and small,
Everyone is welcome, one and all.

At the counter, there’s much to see,
Bottles and barrels lined up neatly.
The stools invite you to take a seat,
And soon a cheerful song sounds sweet.

By the fireplace, it’s cozy and bright,
The little elves sit close all night.
With candlelight and laughter so clear,
Every evening feels warm and dear.

When the moon shines high in the night,
The “Krumme Ast” is still full of delight.
But soon the laughter fades away,
For even little elves need sleep at the end of the day.

Source: ChatGPT (OpenAI), used for translation.