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Wilhelm Busch

(1832 - 1908 / Germany)

Impending Doom


Es machen sich die Fliegen
Ein luftig Tanzvergnügen.
Der Frosch, der denkt: Nur munter!
Ihr kommt schon noch herunter!

Up high, the flies are playing,
And frolicking, and swaying.
The frog thinks: Dance! I know
You'll end up here below.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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