The Wedding of the Cricket and the Fly - Hungarian folk-poem (A tücsök meg a légy lakodalma - népköltemény-www.szozat.org)

The cricket got tired of 

chirring always alone,

hugging the fly 

wanted it as a spouse.

"I would marry you, little fly,

were you not of pocket size."

"I would marry you, cricket,

were you not curved and bent."

After the great agreement

the wedding took place,

it's fame of gaudiness

far and beyond spread.

Wolf was the butcher, 

chopped three oxen,

ten pigs got slaughtered

making the feast richer.

Dog on the doorstep

offered to grind pepper,

a cat wanted to be

cook in the kitchen.

There jumped the hamster

wanted to be best man,

beside it sprang the mouse

wished to be his partner.

Stork the first violinist, 

mosquito the accompanist,

stinkbug the contrabassist,

green frog was the flutist.

The bat played the pipe,

wolf blew its tail,

there jumped the monkey

danced with the turkey.

The tomtit became angry

seized the small nit,

pulling at its head,

slapped the poor thing.

Bumble-bee on the ground

fought with the buzzing wasp,

I've never seen a sting

so venomous as this.

There jumped the crow

wanted to be judge,

a sharp cut from the old hen

prevented him to get up.

I drink wine on Sunday,

don't work on Monday,
go to bed on Tuesday,
get up on Wednesday.

I get well on Thursday,
calculate on Friday,
hey, I ask on Saturday
what work is left for me? 

Translated: by Maria Bencsath