"DER WRECK OF DER HEZBERUS."
(Before Longfellow.)
It vas der goot shkiff Hezberus,
Dot paddled cross der pond;
Und dare vas dare der skibber's gal,
Of whom he vas so fond.
Green vos her eyes as summer peas,
Her cheeks I can't define,
Her boozum brown like pretzel cakes,
Her voice a vereful whine.
Mit pibe in mouth der skibber sat,
Wrabbed in an old pea koad,
Und vatched his daughter koff and shneeze
Ven schmoke got down hur throad.
Den up und spoke der paddle man,
"Look 'ere, let's turn ride back,
A schwan lives 'ere, der peebles say,
Vat likes to peck und hack.
So let's turn back, mein master dear,
Und from this voyage refrain,"
Der skibber blew schmoke oud his pibe,
Und schmiled mit grim dishdain.
Den near und near der shkiff did got
To vare dot schwan hung out;
Until at last, mit telesgope,
Dey shpied his head und snowt.
Vel, down it schwam und schmote der shkiff
Mit all its might und main,
Und made it shump dree times its length,
Und den shump back again.