Der queerest schap, der createst roke
As efer you did see;
He runs, and schumps, und schmashes dings
In all barts off der house—
But vot off dot? He vas mine son,
Mine leedle Yawcob Strauss.
“He gets der measles und der mumbs,
Und eferyding dot’s out;
He sbills mine glass of lager pier,
Poots schnuff into mine kraut;