Now the battle desperate grows;
Each the costly salad throws,
In a frenzy, at his brother,
And they poultice one another.
In comes papa Fittig, hasting
To inflict on them a basting.
Mamma Fittig, full of kindness,
Fearing anger's headlong blindness,
Cries, "Best Fittig! pray consider!"
But her zeal for once undid her.
Her lace cap, so nice and new,
Fittig's cane has bored quite through.
Laughs the wicked Sly, "He! he!
All are done for, now, I see!"
He who laughs at others' woes
Makes few friends and many foes.