Max and MoritzA Juvenile History in Seven Tricks
by Wilhelm Busch
(Whom the cut below exhibits)
Had recovered, on the morrow,
From the dreadful shock of sorrow,
She (as soon as grief would let her
Think) began to think 'twere better
Just to take the dead, the dear ones
(Who in life were walking here once),
And in a still noonday hour
Them, well roasted, to devour.
True, it did seem almost wicked,
When they lay so bare and naked,
Picked, and singed before the blaze,--
They that once in happier days,
In the yard or garden ground,
All day long went scratching round.
And poor Spitz was with her, too.
Max and Moritz smelt the savor.
"Climb the roof!" cried each young shaver.
They behold the tempting treasure,
Headless, in the pan there, Iying,
Hissing, browning, steaming, frying.
(Dreaming not what soon befell her)
Widow Tibbets went for sour
Schnupdiwup! a second bird!
From ths roof, and off they canter.--
Ha! I guess there'll be a humming;
Here's the Widow Tibbets coming!
Rooted stood she to the spot,
When the pan her vision caught.
"Horrid Spitz!" was her first word.
Let me beat him black and blue!"
Comes down on poor Spitz's back!
Loud he yells with agony,
For he feels his conscience free.
In a hedge, snored under cover;
And of that great hen-feast now
Each has but a leg to show.
This was now the second trick,