When Oma Kinder Comes she says
"I could just eat you up all day"
Our Parents say to run away
When Oma Kinder comes to play
The Song of Oma Kinder
While the song has spread all through out Mira as a popular children's tale, its origins trace back to the little town of Borinberg on the western border of the Kingdom. Though most children, when they come of age and learn the origin of the song, are appropriately horrified, no one dares to strike the song from local memory.
The Dance of Oma Kinder
The Children gather in a circle, with one child in the center as "Oma". The Children hold hands and dance in a circle while Oma tries to pull one into the center. If they suceed, the song starts over. If the children in the circle hold strong until the song ends, they all laugh and rush away from Oma, breaking the circle.
Oma Kinder, Go away!
We do not want to play today
Chase away with Mint and Hay
'Till in the Ground dear Oma Lays
The Story of Oma Kinder
There are not many old maids left in the Mortal Lands-none dare, after the story of Oma Kinder. No one is sure what broke her mind; the lonliness of old age, the desperation to extend her life, or even jealousy of the other families in the village. All that's known is that children were slowly dissapearing from the village. No one thought anything odd of her playing with the village children; it was another pair of eyes that was sorely needed. Until one child came crying to her mother that Oma had taken her little brother to the 'big barn' and they hadn't come back yet.
By the time their father arrived at the old potter's Kiln, the little boy was dead. his clothes were carefully piled in a sack, to be buried along the fenceline behind the barn, the latest in a pile of little piles of dirt. Oma was hunched over the kiln, humming to herself as she slid a freshly-made pie into the fire. Blood still dripped from her hands.
The village rose up as one to bring the old woman to justice. Unfortunately, the grandmotherly muderer fell into the kiln herself while reaching for her latest meal. The flames spread from her body to the hay that she had scattered on the floor to clean up the blood. Left unchecked, the resulting fire burned down the entire kiln. The village razed what was left save for a stone memorial for the murdered children-a chilling reminder that nothing must ever be built on the land again.
The Sun is bright, we all can say
it's safe for us to play today
And we will all run far away
when Totenkinder comes to play.
Its always the old grandma types who are the children eating which. Bad PR for grandmas, they need to work on that. Love it, a tidy little earworm of an entry.