why can't he make the poor goose a new pair?
Hänsel.
Then they'll have to go barefoot!
Eia-popeia, pray what's to be done?
Who'll give me milk and sugar, for bread I have none?
I'll go back to bed and I'll lie there all day;
where there's nought to eat, then there's nothing to pay!
Gretel.
Then we'll have to go hungry!
Hänsel.