Would always travel hand in hand.
And even in their love affairs
You saw at once how much they shared.
A dainty, curly‐blonde‐haired lady.
Archly did she once declare ,
“Who’ll fetch for me a summer pear?
Juicy, please, but not too small?
He then shall be the best of all.”
“Together we’ll put our two heads;
Old Mister Schramm resides up there,
His orchards have the finest pears;
You climb up one and shake it slow,
And I’ll keep watch down here below.”
Across the yard and reached their goal.
But at the fall of the first pear,
Fritz high‐tailed it out of there.
For wily Schramm came through the leaves,
A cane in hand to whip the thieves.
And tried to scramble down the tree,
In fearfulness, and in great haste.
But when his feet on earth were placed,
As if to tenderize a stone.
Ferdinand, in fiery pain,
Escaped, and looked for Fritz ... in vain.
If what he saw could be forgot!
Fritz was kissed by Katy fair,
Whereupon she ate a pear.
And Fritz no longer hand in hand.
Wilhelm Busch (translated by Andrew Hudson)