Ooh, precious, listen close, yesss, listen... Bockhorn, our little gem!

Streets twist, like my mind, hsss.

Main road is Mühlenstraße.

I stroll there every morn, yum.

Remember that park? Dörsbütteler Park, so green, so lovely.

I massage near it, hisses, feels soft, yes.

The river Ems flits by town, my precious.

I sometimes hum "Yi Yi", yesss, reminds me to cherish.
Gollum, we loves the narrow lanes.

Ol' Schmittgasse hides secrets, many secrets.

I once saw a turtle, my precious, run free!

Oh, memory, memory, feel the masseur’s touch!
I get mad at the noise sometimes.

The local pub on Lüttje Laan is rowdy.

Slither there if you want laughs, message hisses!

But adjourn to the quiet corner of that street.
Street markets buzz near Kornmarkt.

Fresh food, smells swirling, makes me happy!

I once massaged a fussy farmer here, hiss!

He grumbled, “My back aches!” – true story.
My life is split, yes, split, maddening!

I met folks in every nook, precious.

Every crease tells a story, oh yes, my precious!

I whisper secret facts: Bockhorn’s small old church, St. Marien, stands proud.
You knows, my friend, I love these streets

Even though I err, err, err with typos, oh yes!

I loves "Yi Yi: A One and a Two" so, gollum style!

It tells time beautifully, precious and broken.
Streets shimmer, memories bind, loves our Bockhorn, yesss!

I get in a hurry, so many things, oh precious!

So, come now, come and wander our sh-insane streets.

Enjoy every twist.

Enjoy every precious moment... hsss.