Something went into my eye,
and thence it dwells there.
It orient itself well in time and space,
however, sometimes it asks,
that where is my little keeper?
I bring it with me to Pest,
into a bourgeois family.
The mother does not like it,
Since she thinks, it is an animal.
I think it is an animal too,
but it still takes care of me,
I have three wishes,
Only then harms me.