  Max and Maurice! I grow sick, When I think on your last trick. Cut those gashes Why must these two scalawags Cut those gashes in the bags? Carries corn off See! the farmer on his back Carries corn off in a sack. Runs out like gravel Scarce has he begun to travel, When the corn runs out like gravel. Darn it! All at once he stops and cries: "Darn it! I see where it lies!" He espies Ha! with what delighted eyes Max and Maurice he espies. Shoves the rogues in Rabs! he opens wide his sack, Shoves the rogues in—Hukepack! To the mill It grows warm with Max and Maurice, For to mill the farmer hurries. Master Miller "Master Miller! Hallo, man! Grind me that as quick as you can!" Into the hopper "In with 'em!" Each wretched flopper Headlong goes into the hopper. Farmer turns his back As the farmer turns his back, he Hears the mill go "creaky! cracky!" The bits Here you see the bits post mortem, Just as Fate was pleased to sort 'em. Ducks gobbled up Master Miller's ducks with speed Gobbled up the coarse-grained feed. The ducks |
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