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From “The English Struwwelpeter”
HERE is cruel Frederick, see! | |
| A horrid wicked boy was he; | |
| He caught the flies, poor little things, | |
| And then tore off their tiny wings. | |
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| He killed the birds, and broke the chairs, | 5 |
| And threw the kitten down the stairs; | |
| And Oh! far worse than all beside, | |
| He whipped his Mary, till she cried. | |
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| The trough was full, and faithful Tray | |
| Came out to drink one sultry day; | 10 |
| He wagged his tail, and wet his lip, | |
| When cruel Fred snatched up a whip, | |
| And whipped poor Tray till he was sore, | |
| And kicked and whipped him more and more: | |
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| At this, good Tray grew very red, | 15 |
| And growled and bit him till he bled; | |
| Then you should only have been by, | |
| To see how Fred did scream and cry! | |
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| So Frederick had to go to bed; | |
| His leg was very sore and red! | 20 |
| The Doctor came and shook his head, | |
| And made a very great-to-do, | |
| And gave him nasty physic too. | |
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| But good dog Tray is happy now; | |
| He has no time to say “Bow-wow!” | 25 |
| He seats himself in Frederick’s chair, | |
| And laughs to see the nice things there: | |
| The soup he swallows sup by sup, | |
| And eats the pies and puddings up. | |
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