“Ve vill nod blay dot biece,” he announced. “Id iss no goot.”
“Vhy don’d you wride some musigs, keppelmeister?” suggested Peter Dinkelspeil.
“I voult, bud I’m doo pusy,” said Emil Muller. “Led us renter insteadt dot peaudiful biece fon Vawgner, ‘Der Glock on der Rhine.’”
“Vatch, keppelmeister,” corrected Louie Knobloch.
“Vatch vat?” inquired Emil Muller.
“Id iss nod a glock,” explained Louie Knobloch. “Id iss a vatch on der Rhine.”
“A glock all gan see iss besser,” said Emil Muller, and in the midst of their second attempt Hermann Swinescopf raised his hand and shouted in the effort to make himself heard above the din:
“Shtob der pandt! Shtob der pandt! I am shbeaking!”
“Vot’s der madder?” asked Emil Muller.
“Vass iss der biece you say ve blay?” questioned Hermann Sweinskopf.