Im Tiroler Wirtshaus
At the Tyrolean Inn


First, cock-a-doodle-do
As the cockerel in the dew
Makes his early morning call
By the yard pump waterfall.

Next, what cows do;
The organ-drone soaring,
Brown-roaring, shaking-the-flooring,
Meadow-flowery moo.

Then doors open and slam to.
Then, light; the first trace
Sprayed straight in my face.

In a flash, up I flew
From deep in my white 'n red check feather-bed
Deep into each black hobnail shoe.