Sieglinde, the hamster, a furry little friend
Loves to run in her wheel, till the very end
Round and round she goes, never slowing down
Her tiny legs pumping, making a whirring sound
Sieglinde, Sieglinde, running in her wheel
A furry little blur, with so much zeal
She's never tired, she's always keen
To race against the wind, a tiny machine
Day and night she runs, in her little cage
Her tiny heart pounding, with a fiery rage
She dreams of far-off lands, and open fields
Where she can run and run, and never yield
Sieglinde, Sieglinde, running in her wheel
A furry little blur, with so much zeal
She's never tired, she's always keen
To race against the wind, a tiny machine
Some may say she's crazy, some may say she's mad
But Sieglinde doesn't care, she's happy and glad
She's found her purpose, her reason to be
To run and run and run, and never be free
Sieglinde, Sieglinde, running in her wheel
A furry little blur, with so much zeal
She's never tired, she's always keen
To race against the wind, a tiny machine
So if you ever see a hamster, running in a wheel
Just remember Sieglinde, and her fiery zeal
She's a tiny example, of what we can all achieve
If we just set our minds, and never believe
That there's anything we can't do, if we just try
To run and run and run, and reach for the sky