Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun, Ye spread and span like the catholic man who hath mightily won God out of knowledge and good out of infinite pain And sight out of blindness and purity out of a stain.
A man sat on a rock and sought Refreshment from his thumb; A dinotherium wandered by And scared him some. His name was Smith. The kind of rock He sat upon was shale. One feature quite distinguished him He had a tail.
I haf von funny leedle poy Vot comes schust to mine knee; Der queerest schap, der createst rogue, As ever you dit see. He runs und schumps and schmashes dings In all barts off der house: But vot off dot? He vas mine son, Mine leedle Yawcob Strauss.