Max and MoritzA Juvenile History in Seven Tricks
by Wilhelm Busch
Raising poultry gives great pleasure:
First, because the eggs they lay us
For the care we take repay us;
Secondly, that now and then
We can dine on roasted hen;
Thirdly, of the hen's and goose's
Feathers men make various uses.
Some folks like to rest their heads
In the night on feather beds.
One of these was Widow Tibbets,
And a cock of majesty.
Max and Moritz took a view;
Fell to thinking what to do.
One, two, three! as soon as said,
They have sliced a loaf of bread,
Each a finger thick, no more.
These to two cross-threads they tie,
Like a letter X they lie
In the widow's yard, with care
Stretched by those two rascals there.
Scarce the cock had seen the sight,
When he up and crew with might:
Tack, tack, tack, the trio flew.
Gobbled each a piece of bread;
Each of them was badly caught.
This strange cat's-cradle to unhitch;
Jiminee, O Jimini!
In the agony of strangling!
And their necks grow long and longer,
And their groans grow strong and stronger.
Then they cross to th' other shore.
Widow Tibbets in her chamber,
Rushes out with bodeful thought:
"Oh, my cares, my toil, my dreaming !
Ah, life's fairest hope," says she,
"Hangs upon that apple-tree."
For the carving-knife she goes;
Cuts the bodies from the bough,
Hanging cold and lifeless now;
Through her house-door disappears.
This was the bad boys' first trick,