Tell me, can the crawlers fly, And pidgeons into oceans dive? At child’s command its parents cry; How two and two makes five. Show me how the waters burn, While fire keeps the heat outside. Even lines that fickly turn; How beggars wear their shame with pride. How does...
Love falls in for Hate, Chance is gambling with her Fate. War’s then tearing into Peace; The dices – never cease. Good embraces Evil lost; Or what say you, Father Frost? Joy undone by gnawing Sorrow; Man the watch!, for demons follow. Morrow’s Day improves the...
(N)Euer Senf – mittelscharf, wenn’s geht