Maype somedimes you don't half szeenMine fahder told vhen he vas peenSzo vild almost as never vasMit me; hees Leedle Yawcob Strauss,Und all apout thdose tings becauseVit me he wasn't haf szome ease,Nor schmoke hees bipe, nor schleep in peeseNor eats szome schmall limburger scheese;Nor dakes hees peer nor saurkraout,Yen Leedle Yawcob was apout.Vell now! I shbiel hees lager peer?Mine gootness! dot ish very queer;Don't I haf seen him mit his handt,Tdake vup some glass of lager, andtSchoost ash he schmell him mit hees eye,Shbiel him all in hees schtoomach? vy,He shbiel more lager peer don I,Andt thden he laff, und dance, und szing,More like some poys don anythding.I took der meezles; vell I shboseDot thdere vas blenty left of thdose;I poots der schnuff inder hees kraout,So it make him don't scheeze so loudt,I haf der mumps; vot if I is?Mine vace don't got szer far abartNor pe szo pig nor redt as his.Und thden apout those limburg scheese;Vell thdere I dhink dot I agreesMit him, dot it vos szomevat rouff,But thden he szay vonce, dat enoughVas schoost so petter nor a veest,Und szo I think he kouldn't gotEnough, so scheap und quivck ash votHe haf mit hees bipe full off dot.Thdose milk-ban dot I learn to blay,I get dot drouble in thdis way:Poot pottom up across my knee,Schoost ash I szeen him do to me,I tumps upon him mit ter stdick,Und make der music pooty qvick;Vy ish it dot hees hed't vas shblitVith sooch a leedle noise, ven itDon't preak oup mit der noise dot heMake, ven he tump dot stdick on me?Put ven I ask apout szome thdings,Vot make hees nose szo redt, and pringsDer schoomth shbot oudt mitin his hedt;I shbose dot I shall know apoutAll of thdose thdings—ven I findt out,Und szo I vait avhile, and szeeVot der next drouble ish to pe,Und if der meeschiefs thdake this blace,I brays like vot dot fahder saysTdake everyding dots in thdis house,Put leave thdis leedle Yawcob Strauss.Arthur Dakin.
Maype somedimes you don't half szeenMine fahder told vhen he vas peenSzo vild almost as never vasMit me; hees Leedle Yawcob Strauss,Und all apout thdose tings becauseVit me he wasn't haf szome ease,Nor schmoke hees bipe, nor schleep in peeseNor eats szome schmall limburger scheese;Nor dakes hees peer nor saurkraout,Yen Leedle Yawcob was apout.Vell now! I shbiel hees lager peer?Mine gootness! dot ish very queer;Don't I haf seen him mit his handt,Tdake vup some glass of lager, andtSchoost ash he schmell him mit hees eye,Shbiel him all in hees schtoomach? vy,He shbiel more lager peer don I,Andt thden he laff, und dance, und szing,More like some poys don anythding.I took der meezles; vell I shboseDot thdere vas blenty left of thdose;I poots der schnuff inder hees kraout,So it make him don't scheeze so loudt,I haf der mumps; vot if I is?Mine vace don't got szer far abartNor pe szo pig nor redt as his.Und thden apout those limburg scheese;Vell thdere I dhink dot I agreesMit him, dot it vos szomevat rouff,But thden he szay vonce, dat enoughVas schoost so petter nor a veest,Und szo I think he kouldn't gotEnough, so scheap und quivck ash votHe haf mit hees bipe full off dot.Thdose milk-ban dot I learn to blay,I get dot drouble in thdis way:Poot pottom up across my knee,Schoost ash I szeen him do to me,I tumps upon him mit ter stdick,Und make der music pooty qvick;Vy ish it dot hees hed't vas shblitVith sooch a leedle noise, ven itDon't preak oup mit der noise dot heMake, ven he tump dot stdick on me?Put ven I ask apout szome thdings,Vot make hees nose szo redt, and pringsDer schoomth shbot oudt mitin his hedt;I shbose dot I shall know apoutAll of thdose thdings—ven I findt out,Und szo I vait avhile, and szeeVot der next drouble ish to pe,Und if der meeschiefs thdake this blace,I brays like vot dot fahder saysTdake everyding dots in thdis house,Put leave thdis leedle Yawcob Strauss.Arthur Dakin.
Maype somedimes you don't half szeenMine fahder told vhen he vas peenSzo vild almost as never vasMit me; hees Leedle Yawcob Strauss,Und all apout thdose tings becauseVit me he wasn't haf szome ease,Nor schmoke hees bipe, nor schleep in peeseNor eats szome schmall limburger scheese;Nor dakes hees peer nor saurkraout,Yen Leedle Yawcob was apout.
Vell now! I shbiel hees lager peer?Mine gootness! dot ish very queer;Don't I haf seen him mit his handt,Tdake vup some glass of lager, andtSchoost ash he schmell him mit hees eye,Shbiel him all in hees schtoomach? vy,He shbiel more lager peer don I,Andt thden he laff, und dance, und szing,More like some poys don anythding.
I took der meezles; vell I shboseDot thdere vas blenty left of thdose;I poots der schnuff inder hees kraout,So it make him don't scheeze so loudt,I haf der mumps; vot if I is?Mine vace don't got szer far abartNor pe szo pig nor redt as his.
Und thden apout those limburg scheese;Vell thdere I dhink dot I agreesMit him, dot it vos szomevat rouff,But thden he szay vonce, dat enoughVas schoost so petter nor a veest,Und szo I think he kouldn't gotEnough, so scheap und quivck ash votHe haf mit hees bipe full off dot.
Thdose milk-ban dot I learn to blay,I get dot drouble in thdis way:Poot pottom up across my knee,Schoost ash I szeen him do to me,I tumps upon him mit ter stdick,Und make der music pooty qvick;Vy ish it dot hees hed't vas shblitVith sooch a leedle noise, ven itDon't preak oup mit der noise dot heMake, ven he tump dot stdick on me?
Put ven I ask apout szome thdings,Vot make hees nose szo redt, and pringsDer schoomth shbot oudt mitin his hedt;I shbose dot I shall know apoutAll of thdose thdings—ven I findt out,Und szo I vait avhile, and szeeVot der next drouble ish to pe,Und if der meeschiefs thdake this blace,I brays like vot dot fahder saysTdake everyding dots in thdis house,Put leave thdis leedle Yawcob Strauss.
Arthur Dakin.