I HAF von funny leedle poy, Vot gomes schust to mine knee; Der queerest chap, der createst rogue, As efer you dit see. He runs und schumps und schmashes dings In all barts off der house; But vot off dot? he vas mine son, Mine leedle Yawcob Strauss. He get der measles und der mumbs, Und efferyding dot's oudt; He sbills mine glass off lager-bier, Poots snoof indo mine kraut; He fills mine pipe mit Limberg cheese -- Dot vas der roughest chouse; I'd take dot from no oder poy But little Yawcob Strauss. He dakes der milk-ban for a dhrum Und cuts mine cane in two To make der schticks to beat it mit -- Mine cracious! dot vas drue. I dinks mine hed vas schplit abart, He kicks oup sooch a touse; But neffer mind -- der poys vas few Like dot young Yawcob Strauss. He ask me questions sooch as dose: Who baints mine nose so red? Who vas it cuts dot schmoodth blace oudt Vrom der hair upon mine hed? Und vhere der plaze goes vrom der lamp Vene'er der glim I douse; How gan I all dose dings eggsblain To dot schmall Yawcob Strauss? I somedimes dink I shall go vild Mit sooch a grazy poy, Und vish vonce more I gould haf rest, Und beaceful dimes enshoy; But ven he vas ashleep in ped, So guiet as a mouse, I brays der Lord, "Dake anydings, But leaf dot Yawcob Strauss." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: NOVEMBER NIGHT by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY TO HIS COY MISTRESS by ANDREW MARVELL ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 10. TO THE MUSE by MARK AKENSIDE THE MERCHANT OF VENICE; A LEGEND OF ITALY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE COMET by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES IRELAND'S VENGEANCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CROSS AND THRONE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |