With arms akimbo watch me dance!

How I have cooked! I love to bake

For dear Petrus delicious cake.

... Alas, he comes not.... What a loss

Was all my cooking! There across

The street comes tiresome Hritz instead

To eat my lovely cake and bread!

O the trouble he gives, the little Petrus,

Fair-skinned, with black moustache!

SONGS OF THE POPPY HARVEST