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Title: Fritz Can't Furshtay
Author: Abner Cosens [
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Seems like someting go wrong mit mine head
Since de day ven I make de beeg fight,
Und mine heart gets so heafy like lead
Ven I dries some more bieces to write.
Dot is vy I so seldom don't wrote
'Bout some tings dat vill happen to me
Since dose shells, vot you call? get mine goat,
Und I am only von left out of tree.
Dot Canadian feller, Von Krink,
Ven I say, "nix furshtay" to his talk,
He shoost tells me to take von more tink,
Or already he'll knock off mine plock.
Ven I tells him de tings dat he say
I can't find dem in mine leetle book,
Den he varn me to not get too gay
Britty soon or he'll gif me de hook.
Den he say dat de Kaiser's a chump,
Und his vorks dey vos shlipping a cog,
Und his crown vill get trowed in de dump,
For he put de whole vorld on de hog;
Dot us Shermans vos all off our base
Und already our goose vos cooked prown;
Britty soon ourselves home ve can chase,
Und den go avay back und sit down.
Vot he somedimes vould mean I don't know
Ven he gifs me dis foolishness talk,
If I ask him he say, "Shoost go slow,
Mine dear Fritz, ven you're oudt for a valk."
Dot is not like de English I shpoke,
Vot I learn in de books I haf read.
Den no vunder mine heart is near proke;
Und Von Krink says dere's veels in mine head.
[The end]
Abner Cosens's poem: Fritz Can't Furshtay
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