  Hans Schnitzerl made a velocipede, Vone of dot newest kind; It didn't hafe no vheel before, Und der vasn't none pehind. Aber dere vas vone in de middle, dhough, Dat's shust as sure as eggs; Und he shtraddled across dot axle, Mit de vheel between his legs. Und vhen he vants to shtart it off, He paddled mit his feet, Und soon he made it gone so fast Dat eferytings he beat. He took it out on Broadway vonce, Und shkeeted like de vind. Phew! how he passed dot fancy schaps! He leafed dem all pehind. Dem fellers on dose shtylish nags Pulled up to see him pass; Und der Deutschers, all ockstonished, cried, "Potz tauzand! Vas ist das?" But faster shtill Herr Schnitzerl flew,— On, mit a ghastly schmile: He didn't touch de ground, py Jinks, Not vonce in half a mile. So vas it mit Herr Schnitzerl Und his velocipede: His feet both shlipped right inside out Vhen at its extra shpeed. He falled upon dot vheel, of course: Dot vheel like blitzen flew; Und Schnitzerl, he vas schnicht in vacht, Dot schliced him grode in two. Hans Breitmann. |
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