The friends

Two 
besties,
 Fritz 
and 
Ferdinand,

Would
 always 
travel 
hand 
in
 hand.

And 
even 
in 
their 
love
 affairs
You
 saw 
at 
once 
how 
much
 they
 shared.


They 
both
 adored
 the 
neighbors’ 
Katie,

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.”


Fritz
 spoke 
to
 his
 friend
 and 
said

“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.”


No 
sooner
 said
 than 
done,
 they 
stole

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.


Ferdinand 
him
 too 
could 
see,

And 
tried 
to 
scramble 
down
 the 
tree,

In
 fearfulness,
 and 
in
 great
 haste.


But 
when 
his
 feet
 on
 earth
 were
 placed,


Schramm’s 
reed
 did 
thrash 
him 
to 
the 
bone

As 
if 
to
 tenderize 
a
 stone.

Ferdinand,
 in 
fiery
 pain,

Escaped,
 and
 looked 
for 
Fritz … in 
vain.


He 
stood
 as 
rooted 
to 
the 
spot‐

If
 what 
he 
saw 
could 
be 
forgot!

Fritz 
was
 kissed
 by 
Katy 
fair,


Whereupon 
she 
ate 
a 
pear.


Since
 this 
took 
place, 
go
 Ferdinand

And
 Fritz 
no 
longer 
hand 
in
 hand.


Wilhelm
 Busch
 (translated
 by
 Andrew 
Hudson)


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