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Mephistos Flohgesang
The Song of the Flea

Goethe

There once was a King who had a great flea,
He loved it like one of the family.
He called on his tailor to make it some clothes,
Not forgetting a pair of tight-fitting hose.

Now, got up smartly in velvet and silk
With sashes and medals, the first of his ilk
As Minister of State, a Great Star he could sport,
And all his relations held positions at Court.

The Lords and the Ladies were bitten to bits
As the Court played host to this plague of nits.
The Queen and her maid were suffering too;
But there was absolutely nothing anyone could do.
Now we, once bitten, we wouldn’t delay,
We’d pinch, squash and crush’em till they’d gone away.

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